First timers

Belicia drops her overnight bag on Hannah’s bedroom floor. They talk late into the night, swapping stories about the first boys they ever touched. Each confession curls into laughter at how clumsy the boys had been—hands that missed their marks, hips that finished too soon. Hannah rolls her eyes, declares the problem solved, then slips into her closet and returns with a thick, black strap-on dangling from two fingers. The silicone cock sways, blunt head heavy with promise. Belicia watches the harness swing, feeling warmth gather low in her stomach. Without another word, Hannah fastens the straps around her hips, adjusts the base against her clit, and strides forward, the rubber length already slick in her hand.