Maybe You Should Give Girls A Try!

Maya Woulfe sat on her couch looking like hell after dumping that piece of shit. The doorbell cut through the silence—Alison Rey and Lilly Bell had shown up armed with wine and takeout. Three glasses in, the ugly truths spilled out. Another failed relationship. Another guy who forgot her birthday. Another guy who went cold when she needed to talk and useless when she needed to fuck. Maya snapped her wine glass down. "I just want someone who remembers I exist outside of their own needs. Who talks to me. Who gets me off without making me beg." Alison grinned at Lilly across the couch. "Sounds exactly like a woman." Maya blinked hard. "I'm straight." Lilly leaned closer, voice low and teasing. "So? Dating women doesn't come with some contract. You can play." Maya chewed her lip, heat crawling up her neck. She pictured hands softer than any boyfriend's grip, a mouth that knew what a clit actually needed, a tongue that didn't rush like it had somewhere else to be. The thought made her thighs clench. "I can't just... find a girlfriend tomorrow," Maya muttered. "I don't even know if I'd like it." Lilly's fingers traced a slow line along Maya's bare knee. "Then don't find a girlfriend. Find a fuck." Alison slid behind her, breath warm against Maya's ear. "Or two." Her palm rested on Maya's stomach, light but deliberate. "You said you don't want some random woman. We're already here. We know what you need." Maya's pulse hammered. The wine, the touch, the filthy, perfect logic of it all—all of it pulled at her. Straight or not, her body wanted the experiment. Wanted Alison's mouth lower. Wanted Lilly's hands between her legs. Wanted to find out what it felt like to be fucked by people who actually listened. "Fine," Maya whispered, voice cracking. "Show me."