Matchmaker Mix-Up: Part One

Two girls will meet today in the most unlikely way. Alli Rae clicks open her laptop and searches for the one who might sweep her away. She gets lucky and matches with Remy LaCroix, then waits for an answer, never guessing what surprise waits on her doorstep. She answers the bell. Standing there is a gorgeous, horny girl who says her name is Remy. Alli blinks, certain it must be a prank, suddenly aware of the tangle she has made. She tells Remy she expected a man, offers an apology, and says she feels awful that Remy came for nothing. Remy only shrugs and insists they still hike. They are dressed for it. They might as well use the chance to learn each other’s names. They climb through the valley, trading laughs, tracing likes and dislikes. Alli leads Remy to a ridge where the sun slides low, gold on their bare skin. Alli’s breasts catch the light, high and soft. Remy’s want turns hot and steady. She stops, looks at Alli straight, and asks if she has ever touched another girl. Alli shakes her head once, quick. Remy smiles, slow and certain, then leans in. First kiss melts the air. Remy guides her down onto the grass and spreads her thighs like opening a secret. Tongue meets wet cunt, slow, then greedy. Alli arches, breath catching in short gasps, every pull of Remy’s mouth sending sparks up her spine. They shift, bodies slick, legs scissored tight. Pussies slide together, hot and swollen, until the first deep pulses begin. Tremble meets tremble, until orgasm rushes over them both, waves crashing, skin shining, mouths open on each other’s names.