The First Time I Squirted

Jenna’s leg bounces like a jackhammer on the couch while her brain fires off worst-case scenarios. One sharp knock and she nearly launches herself off the cushions. Chloe steps in, cool as anything, drops right next to her, and they launch into the usual small talk—how the apps set this up, where they grew up, the dumb things they both put in their profiles. Laughs come easy until the air gets thick and neither of them can think of the next word. Eyes lock. Jenna’s smile slides into something dirtier and she just blurts it out: want to fuck? Chloe’s answer is instant and hungry. Their mouths crash together, hands already tugging at clothes. Jenna yanks Chloe’s shirt up and tongues those small, pale tits, teeth scraping nipples until they stiffen. Chloe strips Jenna next, palms her handfuls and squeezes, making Jenna moan into her mouth. Jenna swings a leg over, climbs on top, and grinds her bare pussy against Chloe’s thigh, leaving a slick trail. Chloe flips her, peels the panties aside and dives in, licking like she’s dying of thirst—broad tongue, tight sucks on the clit, fingers digging into Jenna’s ass. Jenna’s hips buck; she grabs a fistful of blonde hair and pulls Chloe deeper. They switch, Jenna burying her face between Chloe’s thighs, then back again, trading spit and moans. When Jenna finally curls two fingers just right and sucks hard on that swollen clit, Chloe’s whole body seizes and a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays across Jenna’s tongue and chin—the first time she’s ever squirted. Both girls freeze for a split second, then laugh like they just won the lottery. Best first date, hands down.