Celeste's voice, a smoky purr, paints vivid images in Brett's mind. "I've never... but with you..." Brett's words trail off as Celeste's fingers find her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles. Celeste's other hand claws at her own breasts, squeezing her hard nipples through her shirt. Brett mirrors her, moaning as they finger each other, their bodies writhing in sync. Their heavy breaths and wet, squelching sounds echo through the quiet outdoors, a symphony of their burgeoning lesbian desires.