Her hand tipped down, and her middle finger sunk inside her—easily, far too easily, Chikane realized wistfully. She could feel herself coming undone, knowing that Himeko wasn't the little virgin girl she'd imagined all this time. Her eyes flicked upward from her girlfriend's lower regions to meet her eyes which contained a spark of validation to this thought. She'd done this before—she'd done this a lot. Chikane's name slipped from her mouth, and she knew, she knew that she'd done this to the thought of her.
She could no longer contain herself. Rising, she pulled the zipper to her jeans down with dangerous force, then tugged the garment down just low enough to angle her arm around it without difficulty. Himeko paused, staring at her. Chikane sat back down, smiling as reassuringly as she could when the desire to jump her bones was running though her head, then snuck her fingers into her own most private place.
Himeko shuddered, as if seeing her fingers (which she couldn't actually see with her panties there) was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. And it probably was. Chikane shuddered too at that thought. They stared at each other, eyes fliting up and down, from fingers to glinting eyes.