Lorraine's lips wore their tender smile sweetly as she felt Fiona caress her hair. It seemed that what had brought here was so far away now. There was no past motivation, only the present moment. The redhead moved back, and Lorraine shifted to give her room to stand, but the whore took Lorraine's hands, helping her to rise as well. Lorraine inclined her head to Fiona for the aid, chocolate curls bobbing from the gesture. Fiona guided her toward the bed, and that act was enough to keep the red in her cheeks fresh and deep.<br/><br/>Lorraine felt Fiona guide her to sit on the edge of the bed, and she obliged, moving as the whore directed. Her pale brown eyes followed Fiona's hands as they retreated, blinking only once when they settled on the pear buttons and worked at undoing them. One of her first impulses was to look away, but she instead looked to Fiona's face. Was it wrong that seeing the fabric coming off the whore made her feel such a stirring? It certainly seemed indecent to her proper sensibilities, but Lorraine pushed them aside. Now was not the time nor place.<br/><br/>She couldn't help following the dress as it slid free of Fiona's slender form to reveal beautiful undergarments. It made Lorraine smile a little. Fiona stepped out of the slippers she had been wearing and joined Lorraine on the bed. As she did so Lorraine shifted to make more room and face the woman more directly. Fiona gently played with Lorraine's curls. It felt so soothing.<br/><br/>"I know you are uncertain dear one, but I sense you would like to touch me. So let your curiosity and desire lead you, I give you time to explore and learn. If you bring me pleasure with your touches I'll reward you, though you are such a tender good soul I think I would reward you regardless," Fiona said in her sweet voice. Lorraine offered her a small smile in response as she felt the woman's hand cup her cheek. "I will lead us slowly in this dance so that nothing moves too fast or might cause you hurt. I want you to enjoy yourself, so for while we are in this room trust me, and more importantly, yourself."<br/><br/>Lorraine's pale brown eyes were so light beside her blushing cheeks. She wasn't sure about any of this. At the same time, she felt so comfortable with the woman before her. She turned her brown eyes down briefly, but brought them back up to Fiona's and reached a hand out to touch the other woman's cheek, acting on the impulse she'd felt so recently. Her fingers followed her cheek to her ear, and there slid to her neck. First she caressed the side of the lady's neck, then slid her hand further so her fingers were weaved into the hair at the nape of Fiona's neck. She smiled shyly as she said, "It feels so strange to me, Miss."