Her heart races as you begin to undress her, the anticipation building with every article of clothing that's removed. She shivers in delight as your fingers brush against her bare skin, tracing lazy patterns over her stomach and breasts. Her breath comes faster, shallower now, her body tense with expectation.

With a final gentle push, you slide off her shirt, revealing her lace bra and the perky roundness of her breasts.

Her breasts are finally free and Sarah lets out a shuddering sigh of relief as she arches her back, offering them to you. Her nipples, hard and aching for your touch, peek over the lace cups of her bra, begging for attention. She watches you intently through hooded eyes, breath quickening as she anticipates what will happen next.

The sun begins to set over the garden, casting a warm glow across the lawn as you finish up your picnic. Your teachers begin gathering everyone together so that you can head back to the school buses waiting outside the museum. As you wait for your turn, Sarah approaches you and asks if she could talk to you about something important.

"Um... yeah," you reply, nodding for her to go ahead. She hesitates for a moment before speaking. "I just wanted to say thanks for being so understanding earlier," she says with a slight blush. "I know I messed up and made everyone uncomfortable."

You shrug casually. "Hey, it's no big deal. Accidents happen. And besides, we're all friends here, right?" You give her a reassuring smile.

Hanna laughs softly at your comment, her gaze drifting downward to meet yours again. "Well," she says with a smirk, "I'm sure they would be even happier if they knew what we were really doing right now." Her fingers trace lazy circles around her nipples as she watches you watching her. The tension between them grows thick in the air, and it feels like every breath could ignite a spark that will set them both ablaze.

Hanna shrugs playfully, her movements growing more confident and sensual as she teases herself further. "Maybe they'd enjoy learning about this sort of thing," she murmurs, running a thumb over her nipple once more before circling it with the pad of her finger, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from both of you. "Or perhaps we should keep it just between us..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she continues to pleasure herself, moving closer still until their bodies are pressed tightly together and every touch is shared.

Emily winces at your words, but remains silent as you pull the branch from your shoulder. She watches you carefully, waiting for you to continue. There's a look in her eyes that you can't quite decipher; fascination, fear... something else entirely. You take a deep breath before explaining further.

"The figure who helped us... they said it wasn't what I think it is. That it's not human. They used magic to help us tonight." You pause, searching for the right words. "

Emily's lips brush against yours softly before pressing firmly against your mouth in a passionate kiss. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel the heat of her body radiating through her clothes. When she finally pulls away, her eyes are wide with wonder. "I... I don't know what that was about," she whispers, biting her lip nervously.

But there's a new light in her eyes now, a spark of something you've never seen before.