Mary took a moment to gather herself. She sat up, then after a frozen moment, started looking for something to... use. She could feel Lizzy's beautiful rosy eyes on her all the while. She supposed Lizzy never had to worry about making a weird face. Lizzy always looked pretty. It wasn't fair.
She thought about her pillow, but she didn't want to get it... messy, right? No, definitely not. Nothing cloth would do. She couldn't imagine explaining the stains to her mother.
That gave her pause. If this was something she was
so
ashamed of--if she'd hesitate to tell her own parents--was it really okay? Was she making excuses?
But she wasn't doing anything like what they'd told her. She was just... just flapping her wings. While she happened to have something between her legs, but not inside her or anything. And she had her roommate watching her. Surely if she was truly ashamed of it, she wouldn't be comfortable with that. And surely a fellow student would have said something if this was something weird.
This was smart. She was preparing for her future husband. It was normal to feel embarrassed about explaining a... a bodily function to her parents. That was all.
She looked up at Lizzy and felt her resolve solidify. "I'm--do you think it's okay to put my arm down there?" she asked meekly. "I mean, not my hand, just--the arm."
"Hmm." Lizzy put a finger to those perfect beestung lips. "Yeah, I'll allow it. But no fingers, missy!" She winked.
Mary managed a smile. She thought about how those lips had felt against her ear, then immediately tried to banish the thought. What was with all these intrusive thoughts all of a sudden? It was like her brain was trying to... to nauseate her. With gross fantasies.
But it was better to think about her roommate than about any of the boys she knew, wasn't it? That would be much weirder. Much more of a slippery slope. Letting thoughts of a boy make her... orgasm... that was basically like letting the boy do it himself.
She nodded reassuringly to herself and, after a moment, tucked her arm between her legs. She wouldn't even take off her panties. No temptation there.
She took a deep breath, looking at Lizzy for reassurance. Lizzy just smiled and shrugged.
Your choice
, those eyes said.
Mary tried to dispel thoughts of mythical temptations as her wings started to flutter.
At first, she didn't feel anything that special. It just felt kind of weird and sensitive. She had to sit right at the edge of the bed, facing inward, to give her wings full room to flutter. Her arm felt soft, and very warm, although not as warm as Lizzy. She couldn't bear to look at Lizzy's eyes, so she focused on Lizzy's hands clasped in her lap.
Then she started to feel it. It was faint, but her arm, vibrating against her...
... Oh.
She took a deep breath in. Oh, that felt...
Her wings sped up. She half-closed her eyes, the hand beneath her gripping the sheets tightly. Oh.
Oh.
She'd had wet dreams before, obviously. She knew it was--but this--
oh, oh,
this was
real
.
She wasn't sure when she started panting. Every now and then, her eyelids fluttered high enough to catch a glimpse of Lizzy's shimmering eyes, Lizzy's breasts pushing out against the thin fabric, and every time she saw Lizzy, the faint vibrations between her legs seemed to feel a little bit better.
Her lips parted. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold in a sound. Faster. Faster.
It felt good.
It felt amazing.
It wasn't enough.
She could feel that it wasn't enough. A wet whimper slipped out. She trembled, struggling to beat her wings faster, faster, but they were just too... weak. It felt humiliating. Wasn't this supposed to work? It felt so, so good, but she couldn't--couldn't quite...
Her wingbeats slowed. Mary went limp, falling forwardonto the bed, gasping from exertion. Her head fell onto Lizzy's lap, and she didn't even have the energy feel embarrassed by this. She was a sweating mess, and everything was utterly humiliating enough as it was.
"What's wrong?" Lizzy asked. "Did you...?"
Mary almost lied. But lying was a sin. She shook her head wretchedly. "I--my wings, they're not..." She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering.
Lizzy was quiet a moment. Mary felt a hand petting her hair, and she accepted the touch. It felt nice. At least she'd made a friend out of this.
Then she felt Lizzy's hand beneath her.
Without warning, Lizzy flipped Mary onto her back. She rose into the air, the buzzing of her wings filling the air, and settled astride Mary.
Her thigh slid between Mary's legs.
"Here," she said sweetly, authoritatively. "Sit up. I'll hold you."
"W-What?"
Lizzy's cheeks were bright red. She visibly swallowed. "My wings are stronger than yours," she said finally. "So I'll handle it for you, okay?"
Mary froze. She felt like she ought to say no, but all that came out was a meek little, "A-Are you sure?"
She let Lizzy pull her up into her arms, and Lizzy's scent washed over her once again. Involuntarily, she took a deep breath in.
"Sure! I don't mind." Melissa shrugged. "Again, this is purely a practice run, right? It's like helping a girlfriend with makeup. It's a sleepover thing. I bet lots of girls do it."
Mary decided not to mention that her parents had once told her that if they ever saw her trying to wear makeup, they'd cut her allowance in half. "I-I mean, I... you..." She felt so embarrassed. Her wings were weak. Most dopterines' wings were, compared to a siren's or vespidae's, but it still... "You're practically half my size. Your wings are much smaller than mine."
