Dasia's first time

Dasia thought she was just dropping by to gossip and drink wine. She had no idea her whole life was about to shift. Mila and Sunny had her number the moment she walked in, wearing that red dress like a dare they couldn't ignore. They'd planned this. The way they kept glancing at her mouth. The way they brushed her hand a second too long. Before Dasia even finished her first glass, Sunny was already kneeling between her legs, pushing silk aside, tongue slow and confident. Mila straddled Dasia's waist, kissing her deep while Sunny worked. Dasia had never been touched by a woman like that. Had never trembled while someone sucked her clit with soft expertise, drawing out whimpers she didn't recognize as her own. By the time Mila eased two fingers inside her, Dasia was already moaning their names, lost in the wet slide and suction, grinding against every touch. She came with her back arched, throat exposed, and that was the end of who she used to be.