My First Yoga Class

Veronica Rodriguez can barely contain herself. The yoga outfit arrived this morning, and now Alina Li is coming over to teach her the first lesson of her life. Veronica thinks a little stretch might fix everything. She has no idea what she's about to get. Alina steps onto the deck, takes one look at the new outfit, and smirks. Veronica is mid-pose when Alina peels off her own top and lets her small, bare breasts catch the light. Before Veronica can say anything, Alina tugs the yoga top away, leaving nothing between them but warm skin. Clothing piles at their feet like crumpled paper. Alina moves behind her, fingers adjusting Veronica's hips, the press of her chest against Veronica's back sudden and deliberate. Each correction becomes slower, more intimate, until her hands glide over Veronica's nipples and stay there. Veronica's breath catches. Alina leans in and whispers questions that aren't about alignment at all. The first kiss happens fast—Veronica on her back, Alina's mouth demanding, curious, tasting her until the shyness drops away. Veronica answers with her own tongue, then Alina's mouth is between her thighs, licking in long, focused strokes while two fingers press in and curl. Veronica comes with her heels digging into the mat, loud and helpless. She flips Alina without asking, spreads her open, and lowers her mouth to the smooth, wet heat. Alina's clit swells under the flat of Veronica's tongue. Veronica sucks, slides two fingers in, and holds them there while Alina bucks and grinds until she cries out, thighs locked around Veronica's head, pulsing hard. Later they lie tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin, arms wrapped tight as the sky turns gold.