Discovery Girls: Part One

Scarlett’s parents are gone for the weekend and she finally gets to stay home alone. She invites Sierra, the only person on her mind. Once Sierra arrives the two girls claim the master bedroom, hunting for a movie. Scarlett steers her friend toward a plain DVD case tucked away on the shelf. When My Tutor starts, nothing on-screen is supposed to look polished or acted. Real mouths. Real hands. Real wetness. The women eat each other with greedy tongues, and both girls feel their cheeks heat at once. Scarlett peels her top first, nipples tight from the cool air and her own pulse. Sierra watches. Scarlett keeps going, sliding her cotton shorts down, then her panties, until she sits naked on the linen. Her fingers drift straight between her legs. After a second, Sierra pushes her own shorts and underwear to her knees. She hesitates, almost pulls back, but her knees part wider and her hand finds her bare slit. She’s soft, slick, perfectly shaved. They watch together, backs touching, skin brushing skin. Sierra’s breathing catches. Her hips start rocking against her own fingers. Scarlett leans in, breathing warm over Sierra’s ear, watching every twitch of muscle and every fresh bead of wetness that her friend makes. When Sierra’s thighs tremble she gives the smallest nod. That’s all Scarlett needs. Her hand replaces Sierra’s. Two of her fingers slide through folds already swollen and slippery, rubbing slow circles over Sierra’s clit until her legs shake. Scarlett slides lower, settles between Sierra’s knees, and puts her mouth where her fingers were. Her tongue works in firm, wet strokes, sucks the tender clit between her lips, then sinks lower to lap at everything leaking out of Sierra’s opening. Sierra moans once, breathy and shocked. Her back arches. Her hand finds the back of Scarlett’s head and pulls her closer. She comes with short, stuttering cries, hips grinding against Scarlett’s face until the shudder rolls through her. When the pulsing stops, Sierra sits up, flushed and suddenly unsure, and covers herself. She leaves the room without a word, leaving Scarlett half on the bed, lips wet, still hungry.