My 18th Birthday Present

Alexis stepped inside with the free birthday voucher in her hand. Eighteen years old. Never had a massage before. Tegan saw that nervous excitement the second she walked in. She smiled, soft and slow. Before Alexis even undressed, Tegan had already decided. Once the door clicked shut, Tegan started with the massage. Light pressure. Lingering hands. By the time Alexis lay there, naked and slick with oil, Tegan's fingertips kept dipping lower. Alexis said nothing, but her breath betrayed her. Tegan knelt down. Mouth meeting warm skin. She licked Alexis open. Slow. Wet. Deliberate. Alexis clutched the towel under her hips. A few minutes later Tegan reached for the dildo. She slid it inside, inch by careful inch, then started to thrust. Deep. Steady. Alexis came without a sound—mouth open, thighs shaking. Tegan wiped her mouth, still between Alexis's legs. Happy birthday, she said.