Laura's first

Laura stands barefoot on the carpet, blonde hair falling across her shoulders, watching the older brunette close the door. At eighteen she has never touched another woman. Curiosity has been building for weeks, and tonight she plans to answer it. The brunette moves closer, cups Laura’s face and kisses her. The kiss starts soft, then deepens until Laura moans into it. Her tank top slips off, her shorts drop to the floor, and she’s naked under the older woman’s hands. The brunette kneels, parts Laura’s thighs, and tastes her first. Laura’s head tips back, lips open, one hand clutching at the sheets as wet heat rolls through her. When the brunette stands again, Laura wants more. She pushes her down, settles between spread legs and licks. The taste is sharp and clean; it makes her dizzy. She works her tongue until the brunette gasps her name. They switch again, trading places until both are slick and shaking. Laura rides the woman’s mouth, hips rolling, coming in soft, sudden pulses. Afterwards she lies curled against the brunette’s chest, tasting herself on the woman’s lips, already thinking about doing it again.