First time - and not the last time!

Olena had never tasted another woman, and neither had Kirsten. Their mouths had only ever met men, but that night the rules shifted without warning. Friends, always—until shirts came off and hands slid lower. Kirsten's palm found Olena's breast first. A shy graze turned firm. Nipples hardened under the same pressure that would soon guide wet fingers between thighs. Breath thickened. They pressed close, knees parting, slick heat meeting fingers that hadn't mapped this territory before. Kirsten licked along Olena's collarbone, then lower, tasting salt and skin until her tongue reached the soaked seam already waiting. The first slow lap pulled a tremor from Olena’s hips. She clutched fistfuls of Kirsten’s hair, guiding her deeper, wet mouth meeting wet pussy. One moan led to the next, soft and messy. The tentative touches grew greedy. By the time they shifted into a tangle of thighs and lips and tongues, neither cared that this was unknown ground. They simply stayed there, learning how slick can taste like sunlight and how two girls can turn curiosity into the kind of orgasm that leaves them trembling and ready for another round.