Lana and Jim made their way back to the room after the pizza gathering. They'd held hands all the back in the rain, which had felt... odd, but okay. And now they were both soaking wet.
Jim tried to shake the water out of her hair when she stepped inside, but it didn't work as well as it had before. "Towels?" she asked, shivering a little.
Oddly, Lana felt a bit more comfortable, knowing that Jim was nervous, too. She smiled at her. "You're still my Jim. And that bra has to be killing you by now. Let me help you?"
Lana helped remove the shirt, stroking gently as she did so. She kissed Jim, then slipped behind her, reaching around to unhook the front clasped bra and gently ease it off her shoulders, gently rubbing and kissing the areas that the bra straps had irritated. She thought both of them might feel a little more comfortable that way rather than full on.
Jim, certainly, had no experience with this and while Lana had a little; hers was all about being touched and not about doing any of the touching and she wasn't entirely sure what exactly to do.
Jim was tembling from nerves and arousal, her head lolling back at the light kisses. As the bra slipped off she unconsciously moved her arms to cover herself.
Lana took a deep breath, then slowly slid her hands up to cup Jim's breasts, kissing the side of her neck as she did so. "It's okay," she said. "It's just us."
"It is," Lana agreed, continuing the stroking. "Maybe...I think we'd be more comfortable lying down in bed. What do you think?" One of her hands slipped down to take one of Jim's and gently tug her in that direction.
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Jim, certainly, had no experience with this and while Lana had a little; hers was all about being touched and not about doing any of the touching and she wasn't entirely sure what exactly to do.
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