First timers

Belicia stays over at Hannah’s. They’re stretched across the bed, two blondes still in their skirts, whispering about boys who never seem to listen. The conversation drifts from clumsy hands to missed climaxes until Hannah stands, rummages, and returns with a harness and the thick, smooth cock already fixed in place. Belicia’s breath catches. No fumbling now. Hannah steps between her friend’s knees, pushes the skirt higher, and lets the blunt head press against slick skin. Every slow thrust teaches what they’ve been missing—steady pressure, perfect angle, the wet sound of skin meeting silicone. Belicia’s fingers dig into the sheets. Hannah leans down, blonde hair brushing her cheek, and keeps working the strap-on deeper until both girls are panting and spent, the lesson finished without a single boy in sight.