It's A Small World

Allie Rae stretches out on a lounge chair, sun on her skin, oil on her hands. She rubs slow circles over her breasts and stomach, fingers sliding lower when the mood hits. No one around. Nothing to hide. The sliding door cracks open. Ana Foxxx steps in looking for a party that never existed. The knock rattles Allie. She scrambles for a towel, swears through the glass. Ana apologizes, says someone told her there’d be a pool party. Allie doesn’t buy it. She threatens to call the cops, then softens, offers the girl a seat instead. They talk on the couch. Allie’s towel slips, her nipples catch the light. Ana notices the silver barbells, asks to see more. Allie hesitates, but spreads the towel anyway. Ana stands, peels off her own clothes, steps in close. Their mouths meet. Allie tastes gloss and tongue and the heat of another girl for the first time. Ana lowers her onto the cushions, kisses a trail down Allie’s belly and settles between her legs. She parts soft blond folds with her tongue, tasting clean skin and warm oil. Allie’s breath catches, legs trembling. Ana works her open, slow and steady, until the shy blonde forgets every excuse and just holds on.