You Don't Have To Look Yet

Ameena Green used to believe she liked only men. Now her thoughts keep drifting toward women. She decides to find out what it's like to fuck one. She calls a stranger named Anna Claire Clouds. Anna shows up confident and striking. Ameena feels desire surge, yet her chest tightens. Anna senses the nerves and smiles. "Face away from me," she says softly. "I'll stay behind you until you want to turn around." They strip on the bed. Ameena lies on her side, back curved against Anna's chest. Anna slips her hand between Ameena's legs. Two fingers move in slow, steady circles on her clit. Ameena's breath catches. Anna parts her thighs and slides the same fingers into Ameena's cunt. She fucks her with long, gentle strokes. Ameena rocks back to meet each thrust. Anna leans in, kisses the slope of Ameena's neck, and brushes soft lips against her ear. Ameena keeps her eyes shut, letting the sensations rise without sight to interrupt them. Her body grows hotter. She feels Anna's nipples press against her shoulder blade each time Anna grinds closer. The wet sound of Anna's fingers working inside her fills the room. When Anna curls those fingers, hitting the right spot, Ameena exhales hard. She reaches down, places her hand on top of Anna's, and squeezes. Her eyes open. She looks back over her shoulder. Anna's pupils are blown wide, watching every reaction. Ameena parts her lips, meets Anna's stare, and pulls her into a kiss. Anna moves her hips against Ameena's ass. Her free hand slides up to cover Ameena's breast, thumb rolling over the stiff nipple. The rhythm inside Ameena quickens. Wetness spills over Anna's knuckles. Still kissing, they shift. Ameena rolls onto her back. Anna settles between her open legs. Their mouths break apart only for air. Fingers remain buried in Ameena's soaking cunt. Anna lowers her head, tongue tracing Ameena's lower lip, then collarbone, then the stiff peak of her breast. Ameena moans loud. Anna sucks the nipple between her lips, draws on it, releases it with a soft pop. Ameena spreads wider. Anna adds a third finger, pumping harder now. The sound grows louder, slick and filthy. Ameena's thighs tremble. She reaches for Anna's hair, grips it, holds her close. When the orgasm hits, her cry fills the room. She pulses around Anna's hand until the last wave ebbs.