My First Sex Date

Bettina’s arms ache with grocery bags. Inside the car, Heidi stares at her phone like nothing else exists. Bettina snaps. “Grounded,” she says, voice sharp. Heidi bursts into tears right there on the driveway. Bettina drops the bags and pulls her stepdaughter close. “What’s wrong, baby?” Through hiccups, Heidi blurts it out: her girlfriend wants her tonight, and she’s never been touched by anyone. Bettina cups Heidi’s wet cheek, then leans closer. Her lips find Heidi’s. Soft, then firm. Heidi’s phone slips from her fingers and clatters on concrete. Hands slide under the thin cotton of Heidi’s shirt. Bettina’s breath warms her ear. “I’ll show you,” she whispers, guiding Heidi’s palms to her own breasts. “Everything you need to know about making a woman come.”