I Thought You Were Straight??

Kali Roses is lounging in the living room when Aria Banks walks through the door, gym bag slung over her shoulder, looking spent. Kali glances up from her phone and greets her warmly. Aria groans about how sore she is, says her trainer pushed her to the limit, then collapses beside her roommate. Kali offers a massage. Aria hesitates, then gives in. Kali shifts behind her and works the tight muscles across Aria’s shoulders, pressing deep until the tension starts to give. The longer her hands move, the more Aria melts, low moans slipping out every time Kali hits a knot. Kali’s face flushes, her pulse quickening at the sound. Aria’s breath grows heavier. Without being asked twice, she peels off her clothes so Kali’s palms can slide over bare skin. The moment Kali’s hands drift lower, a soft gasp escapes Aria—she’s wet, and she knows it. Embarrassed, she tries to apologize, thinking she’s crossed a line. Kali pauses, just as surprised, then admits she’s not as straight as Aria assumed. They laugh, nervous and relieved, both realizing the attraction runs both ways. Kali leans in and kisses her. The kiss deepens fast. Aria’s hands find Kali’s thighs, pulling her closer, and soon they’re tangled on the couch, tasting each other in a slow, hungry sixty-nine. Aria’s tongue works between Kali’s legs while Kali’s fingers stroke inside her, slick and steady. Their bodies rock together, soft cries mixing with the wet sound of fingers and mouths, until every last bit of leftover tension finally breaks.