First time - and not the last time!

Olena and Kirsten had never kissed a girl. Not once. They were just friends until the clothes hit the floor and their hands found each other. Now Olena parts Kirsten’s short dark hair with her fingers and lowers her mouth between her thighs. Kirsten’s breath catches as that first slow lick slides over her clit. The taste hits Olena hard—sweet, warm, addictive. She presses in deeper, tongue flicking faster while Kirsten’s hips rise to meet her. Fingers curl inside, finding the soft spot that makes Kirsten moan louder. They trade places without a word, bodies slick, mouths hungry, chasing that new, sharp pleasure again and again. It’s the first time. It won’t be the last.