The First Time I Squirted

Jenna’s pulse kicks against her ribs. She’s on the couch, fingers digging into the cushion, thoughts firing faster than she can track. The knock comes—two quick raps—and she nearly flips off the couch. Chloe steps in, soft grin and bare shoulders. Jenna’s greeting cracks like dry kindling. First app-date, first time the pulse runs this loud, and both know it. Small talk stumbles through lips that keep smiling too wide. They laugh, edges sharp. Then nothing. Just the hum of nerves. Chloe scans the walls; Jenna chews the inside of her cheek. Eyes catch. Hold. Jenna’s smile slips from nervous to wicked. “Want to fuck?” Chloe’s yes comes like a reflex, raw and sudden, already leaning in. Mouths crash—wet, open, hungry. Hands roam, skim cotton, find warm skin underneath. Shirts peel away. Jenna tugs Chloe’s higher, tongue flicking one pale nipple, teeth closing light, then harder. Chloe answers with two firm palms cupping Jenna’s tits, thumbs circling the tight peaks. Jenna’s breath hitches. She swings a knee over, straddles Chloe’s thigh, starts rocking slow and steady, cunt slicking skin. Chloe’s palms land at her shoulders, shove. Jenna lands on her back, panties yanked down in the same motion. Chloe drops between spread thighs, tongue flat and relentless on swollen clit. Jenna’s fingers twist in pale hair, drag her deeper. Wet sounds echo—laps, sucks, choked moans. Breath, teeth, spit. Chloe eats like she’s starving. Jenna’s hips buck, chasing it. Switch, twist, legs lock, mouths trade places. The room smells like sweat and want. Jenna’s tongue works deep while her fingers curl; she finds the spot, strokes hard, fast. Chloe’s body locks, shudders, and suddenly hot liquid spills across Jenna’s chin, soaks the cushions, keeps coming. Chloe gasps broken, gone, first time for any of it. They stay tangled, breathing hard, hearts still wild. Outside, a distant siren howls. Inside, the night just started.