Home Alone

Lily Jordan just moved out West with her dad, still finding her feet in a house too big and too quiet. The moment he leaves her alone for the night, the place feels empty and she misses home, misses her boyfriend. She calls her new friend Jenna Sativa. Jenna comes right over. They sit close on the sofa. Lily talks. Jenna listens, fingers sliding through Lily’s dark hair, then over her lips. “I could stand in for him,” she says. Lily hesitates—girls, she’s never kissed one—but the idea takes hold. Jenna leans in. The kiss is soft, slow, then deeper, her hands sliding over Lily’s small breasts through her top. Lily freezes when she thinks of her dad’s key in the lock. “We shouldn’t.” Jenna eases back, offers to leave, but Lily stops her. “Stay,” she says, voice low. Stay and keep going. Jenna peels off Lily’s little shirt and tiny shorts, lays her down, and runs two fingers through the wet heat between her legs. Lily gasps. Jenna lowers herself between Lily’s thighs and licks—long, steady strokes until Lily’s hips lift and she comes against Jenna’s tongue. Jenna shifts, pulling Lily forward until their slick pussies meet. They grind, rocking in a slow, wet rhythm, thighs trembling, until both girls shudder and come. Lily flips Jenna onto her back, tongue piercing flicking Jenna’s clit while two fingers slide inside her. They finger each other on the sofa, coming fast and loud, leaving damp spots on the cushions. Jenna rolls Lily onto her stomach, spreads her, and runs her tongue around the tight ring of muscle while her fingers stay buried in Lily’s pussy. Then she straddles Lily’s face, riding her mouth, one hand gripping the back of the couch, the other buried between Lily’s legs again. They finish in a sixty-nine—Jenna’s tongue deep in Lily, Lily’s mouth sealed over Jenna until both girls come one last time, breathing hard, bodies slick and spent.