Her First Pride

Hazel Grace is out for the first time at Pride, no hiding this round. She, Sabina Rouge, Morgan Rain and Ashlee Juliet are throwing on rainbow pieces for the parade when Hazel blurts it out—she’s never touched a girl. Nerves twist in her stomach; what if some woman at the march comes on strong and Hazel freezes? Her three friends trade glances, then close the circle. They offer a private lesson right there in the apartment, and Hazel’s too wound up, too curious, to say no. Sabina starts it, peeling Hazel’s shorts down and sinking between her thighs while Morgan and Ashlee circle in, mouths and hands mapping every inch of newly exposed skin. Hazel moans, startled by the wet heat of another woman’s tongue. They keep her dizzy—fingers slick, lips tugging her nipples, a soft thigh pressed to her cheek—then one of them climbs over her face. The first taste floods her tongue, sweet and sharp. They rotate, each girl taking a turn riding Hazel’s mouth while the others work between her legs. Hazel grips hips, breathes through pleasure, and lets them teach her everything she’s been missing. By the time they ease off, the nerves are gone, replaced by a low, steady ache for more.