"I've never done this before," Peggy admitted in a hushed whisper.
She was on her back on the couch, propped up on her elbows and staring at the naked Debrah with hesitant eyes. Though she would never admit it (neither aloud or to herself), the journalist wasn't sure she was ready.
Debrah breathed a laugh, an undefined twinkle in her eyes. "Never at all? Or just never with a girl?"
"At all," The shorter-haired brunette answered quickly and honestly, "My preferences don't extend to boys."
"I should have known." Mirth lacing her sickly sweet words, Debrah climbed over the arm of the couch and straddled the journalist. Peggy felt an oxymoronic shiver run up her back as heat pooled in her stomach.
Debrah leaned down, her unique eyes fluttering closed as her lips met Peggy's earlobe. "We'll take this nice and slow." Her hands promptly snaked to the olive blouse that Peggy had only managed to unbutton halfway. They took it upon themselves to finish the job.