'Good' and 'Bad' Actress

Melissa's fingers lightly squeezed Janelle's labia, tugging the puffy lips and rolling them between knuckles. Her middle fingertip teased the opening of Janelle's hot vagina, the first knuckle flexing andflicking the entrance, making Janelle twitch and moan.
"I'll stop if you want me to. I'd rather make you cum."
Janelle grinned and nodded her head vigorously. "I don't want to feel guilty for no reason."
"Guilty? Girl, you're just method acting." Melissa is suddenly innocent.
"But, I'm not sure about what I'm doing. Is this okay? I mean, is this right? Does it feel good?"
"You're fucking joking!" Janelle's mouth stayed open, amazed at her own words. Melissa leaned in and kissed her, slipping her tongue into Janelle's waiting mouth, and they kissed as if the world had vanished.
Then Melissa pulled away and said, "Please guide me. I'm a virgin, you know. Aren't you--experienced?" She pouted, and Janelle found herself reacting to the little girl act. Meanwhile, Melissa's hands continued their wondrous work on her body, one squeezing and stroking her tits, the other fingering her wet pussy lips, but not penetrating. Not quite.
"That's so hot. It's like we're in school--" Janelle bit her lip as her body spasmed. Not quite an orgasm--but so fucking close!
"You like virgin girls?" Janelle nodded, so Melissa looked shocked.
Melissa pulled her hands away, and she stuck a finger in her mouth in an innocent, "Who, me?" expression. It was one of the fingers from Janelle's panties, and Melissa started licking the finger. "What's that taste?"
Janelle suddenly gave in and felt dirty. She looked at Melissa sucking her own finger, tasting Janelle's private juices-- So sweet, so innocent, in such a tight little sexy body. "What do you like to do with virgin girls, Jan?"
"I like to make them cum." Suddenly Janelle stood up and pulled Melissa to her feet. "Like this." She slipped her hands into her panties and slipped them off, then she handed them to Melissa. "Keep these." She stepped forward and ran her hands over Melissa's hips, then along the edges of her skintight shorts. "I can feel every contour of your skin."
"Are they too tight?" Again, so innocent.
"Yes. Boys can see everything you have." She lightly touched Melissa's crotch, feeling the warm outline of her lips through the fabric. "Take them off." Janelle stepped back and watched, suddenly too shy to do it herself.
Melissa made a great act of shyness, slipping the shorts down little by little and exposing more and more until Janelle could feel herself dripping down the insides of her thighs. Melissa stood up in only a purple bra.
Janelle had to this, she knew. She stepped forward and hugged Melissa, a friendly hug between sisters. Melissa hugged her back awkwardly, not sure what was happening. Then Janelle slowly pulled away, still hugging but separating their torsos. She kept one hand on Melissa's hip, moving the other onto her stomach and sliding it upward. She cupped Melissa's left breast, warm even through the fabric.
Then Janelle pulled back and started shivering. "I can't do this." Melissa watched her for a minute, then she pulled her over to sit on the bed.
"What do you want?"
Janelle almost wailed. "I don't want to be uptight! I want to be fun! I want guys to like being around me because I can hang out, do things, enjoy sex and stuff--not just sit around being sweet." She looked at Melissa.
"I want to enjoy this right now."
Melissa stood up and pointed at the bed. "Get comfortable. I'm going to show you how good your body can feel."
Janelle nodded and stretched out on the bed. Melissa laid down next to her, touching full-length, and she ran her hand down onto Janelle's light bush.
"May I touch you?"
"Yes."
"Everywhere?"
Janelle thought about it, nodded.
Melissa shoved her hand down into Janelle's crotch, parting her lips in a single move and shoving two fingers into Janelle's slick pussy, deep, her whole hand shoving inward to push deep, deeper, deeper--then out and flicking across Janelle's clitoris, her lips, teasing the entrance.
"You can't just ease into it. Wild isn't something you ease into. It is, or it isn't." She laughed. "It's like being spontaneous. You can't say, 'I'll be spontaneous this weekend,' can you?" Janelle shook her head. "And you can't sky-dive a little at a time. You can't lose your virginity a little. It happens or it doesn't."
"I want it to happen."
"What?"
Janelle smiled, embarrassed but too turned on and relaxed to care.
"What you were just starting to do to me."
Melissa grinned and leaned in to kiss Janelle. Then she rested her head on Janelle's shoulder, facing her breasts, and she dropped her hand back into Janelle's genitals. She pulled her open and entered her with two stiff fingers, twisted them, flicked them in opposite directions. Janelle thrust her hips at Melissa's hand, and her hands grabbed Melissa's and helped
it find a pace. She wanted it hard, it seemed, so Melissa was careful while she slipped a third finger inside and pounded them into Janelle's pussy like a three-sided dick.
Janelle melted, squeezing her pussy around the other woman's fingers, wanting to cry and squeal, instead just gasping for breath and saying,
"Yes!" at odd times.  Her hands moved with Melissa's, and together they fucked her, fingerfucked her in the right way, hard, slamming into her, so good--
Janelle imagined what might happen-- Then it really
happened, as Melissa's fingers struck her G-spot, and her palm vibrated on her clit, and suddenly she cried out and flexed, little crunches that brought her torso and her legs up, and her skin crawled with tingles as she came, and came--
Melissa licked her fingers clean while Janelle caught her breath. Janelle slowly slid three of her own fingers into her pussy, then she looked at Melissa with a burning stare. "How does it feel to do that to another woman's pussy?"
For answer, Melissa laid down and parted her legs slightly. "It's fun.
I mean," she said, switching to her innocent voice. "You tell me. I've never done anything like that."
"Let me catch my breath."