You are Beautiful

Eva Sedona stood in her bedroom, tugging at the hem of her shirt, trying to look pretty for an audience that wasn’t there. She’d heard the boys at school bragging, loud and crude, about the kind of tits and asses they wanted. The comparison made her feel small. Jenna J Ross arrived on cue, tote bag slung on her shoulder and that easy smile already loosening the knot in Eva’s chest. Jenna flopped onto the bed and patted the spot beside her. “Let me show you what they’re missing,” she said. The kiss came first—soft, curious. Eva hadn’t kissed a girl before, but Jenna’s mouth offered gentle instructions, and Eva followed. When they pulled apart, Jenna traced a fingertip over Eva’s lower lip. “Perfect for this,” she murmured. Clothes were shed in easy stages. Jenna watched Eva unclasp her bra, then slipped her own off so the two could compare. Their chests met the same eye-line: small, matching swells with tight pink centers that had yet to fill out. Jenna dipped her head and drew one of Eva’s nipples between her lips. Eva shivered at the wet heat, felt herself stiffen against Jenna’s tongue. The doubt lingered at first—her hands hovered mid-air—but each slow pull of Jenna’s mouth diluted it. By the second breast, Eva’s palms settled behind her, bracing, hips tilting forward as if drawn to the suction. Jenna kissed lower, opened-mouth trails across ribs and stomach. The cotton of Eva’s panties darkened under warm breath. A quiet “Okay?” asked at the waistband, then another at the crease where thigh met hip. Eva lifted, and the underwear slipped away. Jenna’s tongue found her right away, patient laps parting slick folds, teasing the tiny knot beneath its hood. Eva’s breathing grew quicker, fractured. Her head tipped back; lashes fluttered. Jenna read every hitch and answered with a firmer swirl, two slim fingers testing entrance, curling just inside until Eva’s thighs trembled. The orgasm surprised her—small and bright, arching her off the mattress. Jenna stayed with her through every pulse, then climbed higher, knees planted on either side of Eva’s head. Shaved and flushed, she lowered until Eva’s tongue met wet skin. The position reversed their roles, yet Jenna kept one hand busy between Eva’s legs, circling, stroking, drawing fresh sounds from the girl beneath her. Eva’s own tongue grew bold, lapping and prodding while short, involuntary moans buzzed against Jenna’s cunt. Jenna came first this time, breath caught, fingers pressing harder into Eva. Eva followed again, body jerking under the double assault. When they finally stilled, Jenna stretched out beside her friend, an arm draped warm across Eva’s ribs. “See?” she whispered. “You had everything you needed.” Eva’s answering smile stayed small, but it stayed.