Megan and Rebecca

As Rebecca laid against her, Megan slipped her hand under her shirt. Softly, she ran her finger tips over her stomach. Rebecca moaned and said, that feels good. With her free hand Megan unbuttoned Rebecca's pajama top. As she moved her hand up she popped each button. Reaching her cleavage, she opened the last button.
Rebecca's breathing quickened as her top fell open. Looking up, Rebecca asked, can you rub my tummy. Sure sweetie, Megan whispered. As she ran her fingers between Rebecca's breasts, she rubbed her stomach with her other hand. Seeing her young friends eyes were closed, Megan pulled her top to her sides, exposing Rebecca's breasts.
As she rubbed Rebecca's belly, she moved her hand lower. Soon she brushed her fingers over the elastic of her panties. Rebecca moved her legs about, and her stomach heaved up and down.
As megan circled rebecca's nipple with her finger tip of one hand, she slid the fingers of her other hand under her panties. Rebecca grabbed megans hand and mumbled, this isn't right. Wetting her fingers Megan pulled at rebecca's nipple and said sit up. As she did, Megan pulled rebecca's top off. Breathing heavy Rebecca covered her breasts. Megan held one hand and lowered it to her panties. Placing it over her vagina, Megan pressed it against the moist cloth.
With a shaky voice Rebbecca said we shouldn't be doing this, it's dirty.