Aria Banks & Anne Amari

Aria had been watching Amari all semester. The girl's long legs, that deep brown skin—she had to have her. So when she asked if Amari wanted to escape campus for the weekend and come home with her, the answer yes lit something hot in Aria's chest. Amari stood in the grand foyer, mouth slightly open. The house was stupidly big. Marble floors, tall ceilings, the kind of place where people had staff. Aria didn't care about any of that. She grabbed Amari's hand and pulled her straight up the stairs, past the family portraits, toward the room where everything important had happened. Aria shut the door behind them. "This bed saw my first orgasm," she said, nodding toward the pale blue duvet. "I used to lock myself in here and slide two fingers inside until I came so hard I had to bite the pillow." She stepped closer. "Lost my virginity here too. Missionary, nervous, quick. And right there—" she pointed at the headboard "—I kissed my first girl. She tasted like cherry gloss." She turned to Amari. "I want to taste you now." Amari smiled, already pulling her shirt over her head. "Then do it." Clothes hit the floor fast. They tumbled onto the bed, skin to skin, mouths hungry. Amari's tongue found Aria's clit first, slow circles that made Aria's hips lift. Aria answered by spreading Amari's legs wider and burying her face in the wet heat between them, licking deep, sucking on swollen folds until Amari moaned into her cunt. They rolled, switched, took turns. Aria finally reached under the bed and pulled out her box of toys—sleek vibrators, glass dildos, a strap-on she'd never used on anyone but herself. Amari bit her lip watching. Minutes later she was on her back, thighs spread, while Aria worked a thick purple toy in and out of her dripping pussy. Each thrust made wet sounds fill the quiet room. Amari came first, back arching, cunt pulsing around silicone. Then she grabbed the strap, buckled it on Aria, and climbed on top, riding until her second orgasm hit and she collapsed forward, sweaty, laughing, still grinding slow circles. They barely noticed the clock. The afternoon stretched. Sunlight moved across the bed. They fucked until the sheets were soaked and their thighs trembled. Parents weren't due home until dinner. Plenty of time to keep going.