Nothing Like Cybering

            Yuffie pulled Shelke up off the bed for just a moment, if only to get her hands underneath Shelke’s body. That bra, while lovely, had to go. Yuffie deftly unclasped the bra.

            “If you ever do it with a guy, keep in mind that they’ll be really bad at that.”

            “I’m afraid that I might be slightly incapable of that mechanism as well.”

            Yuffie threw the garment on the floor and looked over Shelke’s breasts. They were pale, as Yuffie could have expected them to look. The aerolas were a dusky pink, with the nipples being a brighter shade. Definitely not bad. “Very natural.” Yuffie cupped one of them and ran a thumb over a slowly hardening nipple. She repeated the process with the other breast. “Can you feel that?”

            “I-I can… I have it p-programmed— Ah! Yuffie!” Yuffie hummed in response, suckling on Shelke’s left nipple, still grasping the right. The vibrations ran up Shelke’s chest. Yuffie ran her tongue over the tip, hoping to get Shelke to make another sound. She did: A quiet moan escaped from Shelke’s lips. Shelke put her hand up into Yuffie’s hair and grasped at the short strands. “Harder.”

            Yuffie gave one last hard suck before planting a kiss on it. She squeezed both of Shelke’s breasts, admiring how they felt in her hands. Yuffie had never particularly liked girls this way, but she wasn’t opposed to switching over now. Especially since this was proving to be very pleasurable for her. Yuffie could feel the warmth and moisture building between her legs and she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this aroused.

            “Okay, lets get down to business, then.”

            “Th-That wasn’t it?”

            “Nope.” Yuffie took her right hand away from Shelke’s breast and thrust it underneath the other girl’s skirt. Shelke made a small choking noise in the back of her throat, and the scenery around them flickered. Yuffie looked around them, then at Shelke. The girl’s eyes were closed and her breathing was harsh. Well then, Yuffie thought. More and more fun, eh?

            “Losing it, Shelkie?”

            “What are you talking about?”

            “Nothing.” Yuffie brushed her fingers against Shelke’s panties. They were a little wet, prompting Yuffie to touch with a bit more pressure. Shelke let out a soft mewl and reached up to clasp her own breast in her hand.

            “Y-Yuffie…? Is this…?”

            “This is closer to actual sex, yeah.” Yuffie slid up Shelke’s and planted a kiss to her lips, pressing her fingers more firmly against Shelke’s apex. She rubbed at the hardening tissue, enjoying the tiny noises that Shelke was making. Yuffie’s fingers slowly drifted up the waistband of the panties. Yuffie pulled them off with a vicious jerk. She flipped Shelke’s skirt up, exposing the other girl’s bald sex.

            “Very nice. I didn’t think you’d want it shaved.”

            “I was under the impression it be more sensitive if that was the case.”

            “It is. It totally is. For example…” Yuffie ran a teasing finger against Shelke’s clitoris. Shelke gasped and flopped against the bed.

            “What was that?!”

            “That was your clit. It’s really sensitive. If a guy doesn’t mess around here, he doesn’t have much of an idea of what he’s doing. Unless your G-spot is really easy to find.”

            “My what?”

            “G-spot. It’s… Uh… Well, it’s internal. I don’t think mine really exists. I’ve never found it, myself.”

            “Oh… And what does this do?”

            Yuffie leaned back, stroking the front of her shorts. “You show me.”