Teach Me To Be A Lesbian

Growing up sucks. Especially when you can't even talk to the girl who makes your stomach flip. Jill's stuck there—eighteen and mute every time a pretty girl walks by. Syren, her stepmom, doesn't have that problem. Never has. She takes what she wants and makes sure the other person enjoys giving it up. Jill finally works up the balls to knock on Syren's bedroom door. She blurts the truth out fast before she can swallow it again: it's a girl. Syren's whole face changes. Her thighs press together under that thin robe. Jill asks, voice small, if she can show her how. Syren answers by peeling the robe open and yanking Jill forward by the wrist. She feeds Jill one thick nipple, hisses when the girl’s teeth scrape, then pushes her head lower. Jill tastes slick heat for the first time and Syren laughs low, holds her there until her tongue learns the rhythm. Soon she's got Jill flat on her back, legs spread wide, grinding their bare cunts together—slow, mean circles, then faster—until the wet slap fills the room and Jill is gasping her stepmom’s name like she finally figured out how to say what she wants.