Set Up For Success

Bella stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her dress. Kenna leaned against the doorframe, already dressed. They eyed each other with open approval. Blonde hair loose over Bella’s shoulders, the dress hugging curves Kenna hadn’t studied this closely before. Kenna’s own blouse sat snug on her chest, light fabric hinting at the shape beneath. They laughed about the coincidence—two blind dates on the same night, same friends playing matchmaker. Conversation stayed easy, bright. Lip gloss, last checks in the mirror, then both were out the door. The café was half-empty. Bella claimed a table by the window. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. Kenna sat alone at a different table, foot tapping. They caught each other’s eye and looked away. Then Bella’s phone lit up with a delayed message, and the pieces fell into place. She walked over. “Looks like we’re each other’s dates.” Kenna’s cheeks flushed. They agreed to leave, heading back to the apartment in silence that wasn’t quite awkward. Shoes off, wine poured, the talk turned softer. Bella’s hand brushed Kenna’s thigh as she reached for the remote. Kenna didn’t move away. Fingertips traced slowly, testing. Bella turned. Their mouths met, careful then hungry. Kenna’s shirt came undone, buttons slipping under eager fingers. Breasts freed, nipples already tight. Bella’s palm cupped one, thumb flicking the peak until Kenna gasped. She guided Kenna back against the cushions, dress pushed higher, underwear eased aside. Two fingers slid in, slick, sure, curling until Kenna’s hips lifted. Bella watched her face, then leaned down, sucking a nipple into her mouth as her hand worked deeper, steady rhythm building, Kenna’s quiet moans turning sharp, body tightening, coming hard around Bella’s fingers.