Cubby House

Astrid built the blanket fort hours ago, pillows stacked like secret walls. Amber crawled inside and the game started light enough, fingers tracing the bottle between them. Never have I ever kissed another girl. The air thickened. Their mouths found each other before the next sip landed. Amber slid forward on her knees, peach panties stretched tight over the curve of her ass as she leaned down to kiss Astrid's breasts—slow, wet pulls of her lips around each stiff nipple. Astrid's breath caught. Moments later she was on all fours, blanket brushing her bare back, while Amber spread her cheeks and dragged her tongue deep between them. Every lick sent a tremor through Astrid's hips. She pressed harder against Amber's mouth, lost to the hot, steady rhythm until the fort felt too small for the sounds she was making.