Kiss but don't tell

Jayden and Shira had only just met, but the pull between them was instant and undeniable. One afternoon the feeling took over completely. They stripped out of their clothes without a word, hungry to see what they’d been imagining. Jayden’s blonde hair spilled across her shoulders as Shira’s darker strands framed her face, each of them taking in the other’s firm, full breasts and smooth, young skin. They pressed together, mouths meeting in slow, wet kisses that grew deeper. Hands wandered. Breasts brushed and then crushed softly against each other. Tongues flicked over hard nipples. Fingers slid lower, parting slick folds, finding how ready they already were. Every touch was new, every gasp honest. Their bodies moved with the kind of need that doesn’t wait. There was a first time for everything, and they were living it right then.