Andrea's first

Andrea hesitates at the bedroom door, her shy fingers twisting the hem of her skirt. She has only lain with one woman in her life—Priscilla—and that single afternoon has burned itself into her skin. Now Priscilla stands beside the bed, a slow, wicked smile curving her mouth as she reaches behind her for another hand. The second woman steps into the light, dark hair loose, eyes already stripping Andrea bare. Priscilla whispers instructions that make Andrea’s knees weak, and soon both women close in. Soft fingers glide beneath the waistband of Andrea’s panties while warm lips claim her throat. Clothes melt away; Andrea finds herself on her back, one mouth sucking at her breast and another parting her thighs with confident hunger. When the first tongue presses slick and hot against her clit, Andrea gasps, hips lifting helplessly. Hands pin her wrists, thighs spread wider, and she gives in—two tongues tracing, tasting, fucking deeper into her. Every gasp pulls another stroke from their fingers, coaxing her open until she is trembling between them, slick thighs shaking, voice breaking as they drive her toward the edge she never imagined sharing. The night stretches into raw, insistent pleasure, Andrea moaning her surrender while two women teach her how much her body can take.