"Doggy," Callista said, her mouth feeling dry. This was still better than studying on a Saturday, she kept telling herself. And a little part of her, deep inside her, was sort of thrilled by this. Krista, a woman, cared about her s*x life.
"How often do you masturbate?" Krista asked suddenly. She said it in a whisper, but Callista's first instinct was to look around the library quickly to see if anyone heard. Her cheeks felt hot and her eyes were wide. This was beyond s*x; somehow this was worse, "Well?"
"I don't know, like twice a week I guess," Callista said. Callista thought about lying on her stomach on her bed, her arm pressed down by the weight of her body while her fingers moved delicately and knowingly over her c******s. And now Callista was sure that Krista was thinking about it
