Author's Note: This one is a compromise, a sort of win-win, if you will. You people get…uh, female masturbation? And I get religious references that set the tone for the rest of the story. And thanks for the criticism and reviews. To the person who called the person who told me to stop a jerk: I don't think of them as a jerk, rather, I prefer to look at it that they have so little faith in my writing, they think I'll somehow find a way to screw it up. Will I? Probably.

Two days went by, and Jo found herself thinking about Camille more and more. Her thoughts would wander to her friend in those rare moments when she had time to herself. When she got back to her apartment that evening, Jo immediately went to her bedroom, stopping only to take off her shoes. She quickly unfastened her jeans and pulled them off, her shirt soon following. She squeezed her breasts, arching her back and moaning, and then traced the outline of her breasts along the edge of her bra.

"Mmm, Camille," she moaned, her hands creeping their way down towards her panties. She rubbed her clit lightly over her underwear, moaning at the touch. She could almost imagine Camille's face above her, smirking as Jo moaned and bucked her hips. She slipped her hand into her panties and continued to rub her clit, shivering slightly with pleasure. Jo quickly undid her bra, throwing it across the room. She pinched her nipple and began to roll it between her thumb and index finger while continuing to rub her clit harder.

"Uh uh, Ca-Camille," she moaned loudly. She gave the same treatment to her other breast and started bucking her hips as she got closer.

"Oh fuck, Camille," she moaned. "Oh u-uh, Ca-Camille!" she screamed as she came, cum soaking her panties. She pulled her hand from them and brought it to her mouth, tasting herself. She took off her underwear and just lay there, naked in bed. If the only way she could get to sleep was by doing herself and sleeping naked, well, it was better then no sleep at all, right?

Camille was having the same problem that night. Ever since She had slept(in both meanings of the word) with Jo three nights ago, she found it considerably more difficult to fall asleep without Jo next to her. It was crazy, like the kind of crazy that only happens in movies and fairytales. She slipped her hand into her pant and began to finger herself, leaning against the bedpost for support.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Jo, uh, Mmm." Camille withdrew her hand and quickly stripped before laying on the bed, her legs spread wide as she once more began to rub her clit, this time while also squeezing her left breast. She envisioned Jo's head between her legs and rubbed faster, squeezing her breast hard. This made her moan loudly, and she was so glad that her dad was out of the apartment until next week. She switched breasts, rolling the already-hard nipple between her fingers as she bucked her hips. After bucking and moaning some more, she came screaming one word: Jo. Sleep claimed Camille soon after, her hands on her breasts.

For Jo, however, sleep didn't come. That is to say, the aftermath of her masturbation had her feeling guilty. She'd just sinned, hadn't she? But she knew that if anything that had happened in the past three days was a sin, it was having sex. Not just having sex before marriage, having sex with Camille. And that made it all the more worse.