Can I Kiss You?

London lies on her bed, reading, when Jill enters and perches beside her. She wants another talk, she says. London sets the book aside. Jill had her first date with a girl and pushed her away at the door; she has never kissed anyone. She needs to learn. London blinks, then nods. She leans in, shows Jill how to cradle a face, how to breathe through parted lips. The kiss deepens fast. Tongues slide, hips press. London grips Jill’s waist and drags her closer, grinding slow heat against her thigh. Jill’s hand finds London’s breast, squeezes through cotton. Buttons slip free. London shrugs off her shirt, offers her nipple. Jill’s mouth closes around it, tongue flicking, and London’s breath breaks. She pushes Jill onto her back, peels off her shorts. Pink pussy glistens, shaved smooth. London spreads the lips, drags one long lick from entrance to clit. Jill arches, then mirrors the motion when London straddles her face. Wet sounds fill the room as they taste each other, fingers sinking deep, hips rocking until both come hard and loud.