Jill would have said no to anyone else.
'I'm a fingering only kind of girl.'
Jennifer laughed.
'How do you know if you've not tried it?'
She knew Jill had a hard time refusing her. It was the first time she'd revealed her hesitation over sexual matters, having declined the option with a previous partner.
'I'll make it worth your while' Jennifer promised, a glint in her eye. Jill could feel her resolve weakening at the promised experience.
'I hate it when you promise me things.'
'That's because you know I'm right.'
Jill set her mouth determinedly in refusal to admit it. She nodded her consent to try something new and let Jennifer take charge, wondering what she was letting herself in for. She tried not to laugh as the hilarious purple thing was carefully slathered, looking like an alien in Jennifer's hand. She let Jennifer mould to her back; exclaiming as she felt it slowly caress inside of her, skin tingling as she felt the other woman's mouth on her shoulder and neck, one hand lightly scraping her scalp. The combination of everything was better than she'd realised, the choice of texture started to make sense. Even better was the vibrator that Jennifer had on hold. Sliding it into the hand that wasn't clutching the pillow, she switched it on and guided it to skim over every sensitive spot they could reach together. Jill hadn't reckoned on being that loud.
She'd have to change her stance on what was her kind of thing; Jill had enjoyed it more than she thought she would.
She was the big spoon dammit, the giver, the chivalrous one. That was always her role in a relationship. But Jennifer had turned it upside down and sideways, looking after her and making her feel cared for in the simplest of ways.
'You tricked me.'
'You love it.'
Add it to the list of things that Jill would have to admit to.
Finally, to Jennifer's satisfaction, she did.