Broken Innocence

Gina Devine and Sandy Ambrosia have never touched another woman. They sit close, breathing fast, skin warm. At first their hands stay polite, soft strokes on bare thighs. Then fingers grow bolder. Lips find each other, careful then greedy. Tongues meet and linger. Gina slides her palm under Sandy’s shirt, cups the small breast, and feels the nipple tighten. Sandy answers by pulling Gina’s hair back, tasting her throat. The clothes come away in quick tugs. Bare skin meets bare skin, bodies pressing close. Gina opens her legs and Sandy settles between them, mouth hot and wet as she licks slow circles over her clit. Gina moans louder each time the tongue presses deeper. She reaches down, finds Sandy slick and ready, and pushes two fingers inside. Their hips rock together, faster. The last shyness burns away as they move against each other, hungry and lost.