Lazy afternoon

Olive lounged in her living room with Sneila, wine glasses catching lamplight, when Paulina knocked—new in town and out of her depth. Paulina admitted she'd never been with a woman. Olive exchanged one quick look with Sneila, then both women drew closer. Olive lifted Paulina's chin, kissed her slow and deep, tasting uncertainty on her tongue. Sneila stepped behind, hands sliding beneath Paulina's blouse, thumbs tracing circles around each nipple until Paulina gasped into Olive's mouth. Clothing slipped away—shirts, bras, trousers—and Olive guided Paulina onto the couch. She knelt between the younger woman's thighs, mouth open, breath warm. Olive pressed soft kisses along the tender folds, tongue teasing the growing heat, flicking, sucking until Paulina bucked against the cushions. Sneila knelt beside her, mouth capturing one taut breast, teeth grazing, sucking harder while her fingers found Paulina's clit, rubbing in steady circles. Paulina trembled, helpless under their mouths and hands—Olive's tongue curling deep inside, Sneila's fingers slick with want, stroking faster until Paulina cried out, thighs clenching, coming undone between them.