Bernie was glad she wasn't in the army anymore. The way Serena used her well earned title made her blush. It usually ended up in a sentence with the words fuck me and usually specified with the description hard which made Bernie glad she never used it in public. She had become adept at using the modest strap-on she'd purchased for Serena's pleasure and enjoyed every minute of it, that simple item making her feel like she was taking care of her lover. The sounds Serena made was enough to corrupt a monk and the gratification in watching her willingly unravel at Bernie's ministrations was more than enough for her. Bernie always wanted to be a provider.
As for the unimaginatively named dick, Bernie had never tried it herself, preferring the use of two surgeonly fingers hitting that sweet spot, something Serena was also partial to. She'd done her time being the dutiful recipient of Marcus's cock and while it wasn't awful, it just hadn't done much for her. Just when she'd started to warm up and twitch over the sensation, he'd jackhammer away and she'd lost it until next time. It had just been so unsatisfying. She had little wish to bother with it again, when she had Serena's fingers at her beck and call.
But right now it was massage time. The consequence of that was not being able to say no to very much while she was on the receiving end. Her soft moans pleased Serena, it was a mark of how much she trusted her that she displayed her pleasure, who touched her was something she was very picky about. With anyone else, she would have remained mute but Serena had the kind of touch that unbuttoned stubborn lips. The first time she'd offered, Bernie had kept very still and quiet but was horrified to find herself in quite an unprofessional state afterwards. This time Serena thought of a way she could improve the service.
She leaned over and stroked the messy hair away to ask if something new would be welcomed. Bernie considered the possibilities of what she had in mind but gave up, imagination in bed wasn't her strong point. She left it up to Serena and assented, muscles deliciously unknotting in the warmth of the room and under Serena's fingers.
'Just a minute.'
Bernie closed her eyes and relaxed, tuning everything out but her breathing. She felt those strong legs straddle her once more and sighed happily. Wriggling comfortably on the pillow sat under her hips, she let herself enjoy the tingling in her belly and the wet heat pooling inbetween her legs. This was a reaction only Serena could initiate. Bernie was still wary of sexual feeling, thawing out under someone else's attentions took time and Bernie never was good with receiving attention. She was one of life's wallflowers in anything that didn't involve work although she'd run a mile from giving a speech. She'd evaded that so far, the thought of it making her tremble with fright. She had been a wreck at her wedding. She'd always felt so isolated but Serena wasn't having any of that. Serena made her feel just that little bit braver.
'I feel like switching it up a bit. Do you?'
Bernie nodded and moaned as those familiar fingers slipped in and made her muscles twitch. She could never stop wanting this simple pleasure, a caress of the thumb against her clit shot sparks inside her and those roughened fingers just did it for her. She had begun to be shameless in her desire to be fucked by those fingers, something she never would have done before or with anyone. But she felt so liberated recently, her reticence melting away with her worthlessness, that feeling that she was never good enough. She was good enough for Serena and that was all that mattered.
She gasped as the fingers were replaced with something colder. Serena laid her head on her shoulder and kissed her freckles while slowly inching in their friend dick to a place it hadn't gone before, very slowly. Bernie moaned as she felt the not unpleasant stretch. She whispered her assurance to allay Serena's concerns that she didn't want to. She did want to try something new, she just didn't want it to remind her of Marcus.
Serena made sure of that. She continued kneading her shoulders and neck, rocking to a slow steady pace to match while Bernie whimpered softly under her, pliable and helpless. She ended up feeling more relaxed than she'd ever been in her life. Her senses hadn't scrambled her brain, there was no big finish, just a pleasurable dizziness and a delicious tingling inbetween her legs. Dick the strap-on had served its purpose and Serena slipped it out and unbuckled. Casting it aside, she lay on top of Bernie and kissed as much of her neck and shoulders as she could while Bernie stretched out and purred with contentment, a sound she thought only belonged to Serena. It was about time the Major got some attention.