The Daughter Next Door

Cory and Sheena linger by the patio door, eyes fixed on the blonde next door as she rubs a towel over sun-warmed skin. They’ve watched Katya all summer, and today the sight of that smooth body sparks something hot between them. Katya steps inside, still damp, and the wives learn she’s newly single. College starts soon. She plans to try a few boys, maybe more. Cory and Sheena grin and ask if she might try women too. Katya blushes, but admits she once kissed her best friend. The kiss had been good enough that the girl called her the best kisser she’d ever known. Sheena laughs softly, doubts Katya could really claim that title at her age. Cory teases the same. Katya straightens, eyes bright, and offers proof. She leans in, mouth meeting Sheena’s first, then Cory’s. Tongues slide, hands wander. The kisses deepen. Tops slip away. Cory’s hands cup Katya’s full breasts; Sheena’s fingers trace wet heat between her thighs. They move to the couch. Katya’s back arches as two tongues taste her, slow and patient. She gasps, learns how a woman’s mouth feels. Later she returns the favor, learning curves and softness with eager fingers. When the wives finally rest, they concede she kisses well after all, and promise she’ll be ready for every lesson college has to offer.