Sharing The Bed

Shyla Jennings is chilling on the couch flipping through a magazine when her phone rings. It’s her bestie Samantha Rone calling from Vegas, practically begging her to fly out. Finals are right around the corner, but the temptation wins. Shyla throws a few things in a bag and jets to the hotel. When they finally link up, Samantha drops the news: Sasha Heart, the lesbian friend, is tagging along. Shyla hesitates, but eventually gives in. While Samantha runs out for a dress, Shyla’s left alone. She starts second-guessing everything, wondering if staying home would’ve been smarter. The door swings open. Sasha walks in, sits down beside her, introduces herself. Shyla’s nerves are screaming. They talk about music, classes, little stuff that slowly loosens her up. Sasha suggests a quick swim to kill time. Shyla agrees. Sasha peels her shirt off right there. Shyla freezes, then ducks into another room to change. Her mind races—what if Sasha converts her? What would a whole week look like? But they clicked on so many things. Maybe she’s just being paranoid. Shyla calls Sasha in, admits she’s never really hung out with a lesbian before. Sasha grins, explains she’s just a regular girl who happens to love kissing other girls. Shyla’s curiosity spikes. They lean in. Lips meet, soft at first, then hungry. Sasha drops lower, tongue tracing Shyla’s feet, and something in Shyla flips. Fingers slide between her own legs; she’s soaked and aching. Sasha climbs on top, they grind together, slick skin on slick skin. Sasha straddles Shyla’s mouth, eyes locked on her, riding that pretty tongue until her whole body shakes. The first taste of pussy leaves Shyla dizzy and grinning. Samantha’s on her way back. Wonder how she’ll take the news?