Yulia's first time

Ally and Bethany had already worked it out between them. When Yulia showed up, Ally closed the door and Bethany took her hand. Neither of them explained a thing. Ally kissed the back of Yulia’s neck while Bethany pulled the thin strap of her tank top down over one shoulder, letting the fabric drop and expose the pale swell of her breast. Yulia made a small sound, half protest, half curiosity, and didn’t move when Bethany sank to her knees and pressed warm lips to the inside of her thigh. Ally stepped in front of her, cupped her jaw, and slipped her tongue into the smaller girl’s mouth. Fingers worked quickly at belts, zippers, skirts. Soon Bethany’s hand slid between parted legs, fingers parting slick folds and circling the entrance no one else had touched. Ally peeled Yulia’s shirt off the rest of the way and sucked one tight nipple into her mouth. Heat slicked Bethany’s fingers; the younger girl rocked, then gasped when the first slow push opened her. Their mouths kept her steady between them as Yulia’s knees trembled and the wet sound of careful fingering filled the quiet room. Ally’s breath brushed her ear, whispering how wet she already was, how good she tasted. Bethany withdrew, licked her fingers clean, then lowered Yulia onto the bed. She spread those soft thighs wider and replaced her hand with her tongue, tasting every slick inch. Ally straddled Yulia’s chest, guided the girl’s mouth to her breast, and guided her head until the inexperienced lips closed obediently around a nipple. Bethany licked deeper, sucked the shy little clit, and kept the teasing slow until Yulia’s hips were moving on their own. Two sets of hands, four greedy mouths, every motion deliberate, they worked her body like they had all afternoon and nothing to prove. By the time Bethany slid two fingers back inside her, scissoring gently to open her more, Yulia was clutching Ally’s waist with one trembling hand and Bethany’s hair with the other. Her first soft cries rose, swallowed by Ally’s kiss. Bethany curled her fingers on the next thrust and felt the girl clench around her as a slow, helpless orgasm took her. They stayed with her through every pulse, kept her wet and wanting, and didn’t stop until she’d come twice more, breathless, pink, and quiet. The three of them lay tangled, sweat cooling on bare skin. Outside the window, late sunlight slid across the sheets.