Grand Gesture

Brooklyn's been eyeing the front door like it's got teeth. Ashley rubs her girlfriend's back and says if she's that scared to walk in together, they can skip it. Brooklyn's face twists—she hates the idea of letting Ashley down, but the nerves keep twisting tighter. Ashley shrugs, all casual, says it's just a dance, not worth Brooklyn blowing up her whole life at school. Brooklyn chews her lip, admits she feels like a coward for bailing, but Ashley just smirks and tells her to wait till the moment feels right. Brooklyn's shoulders loosen, decision made—no prom, no coming-out parade. Instead she pulls Ashley toward the bedroom, strips that silky dress down, and runs her hands over Ashley's bare tits, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. Ashley laughs, pushes Brooklyn onto the bed, slides two fingers right between those slick folds and works them deep, curling till Brooklyn's legs start shaking. Brooklyn's hand slips down too, fingertips circling Ashley's clit while they kiss hard, both girls breathing like they've already run a marathon. Natural tits pressed together, legs tangled, fingers pumping faster—prom can fuck off, this is how they want to spend the night.