Dasia's first time

Dasia walked through the front door expecting girl-talk and laughter. Instead she found Mila and Sunny waiting in the bedroom, naked. The air felt heavy, expectant. Sunny pulled Dasia closer by the belt loops, pressing their bodies together while Mila moved in from behind. Hands slid under Dasia’s shirt, lifting it away. Her full breasts spilled free, the nipples already hard from the sudden chill and attention. Sunny’s mouth found one while Mila’s fingers traced the waistband of Dasia’s jeans. Dasia’s breath hitched; she’d never been touched like this, yet the ache between her legs told her she wanted more. Sunny knelt, peeled the denim down, and kissed the inside of each trembling thigh. Mila held Dasia upright as Sunny’s tongue parted her slick folds, licking slow, deliberate strokes that made Dasia’s knees buckle. When Dasia came the first time, Mila caught her moan in a deep kiss. They eased her onto the bed, blonde hair fanned across the pillow, breasts rising with each ragged breath. Mila straddled Dasia’s face while Sunny pushed two fingers inside her, curling and thrusting until a second orgasm ripped through her untouched body. Dasia licked, tasted, learned. The three moved together until the sheets were damp and every secret Dasia had kept about other girls lay bare in the room.