My First Yoga Class

Veronica waited for this box. Today it hit her door and she ripped it open like she had something to prove. She slipped into the new yoga gear, practiced the smile in the mirror, then Alina knocked—ready to play teacher. They started on the deck. Alina ran her hands along Veronica's spine, told her to breathe lower, press her hips back. One breath later she peeled her own tank away. Her small breasts hit the air. She didn't ask. She just smiled and reached for Veronica's top, tugged it over her head until skin met skin. Veronica's breath caught. Alina's palms stayed on her, moving now with no excuse left. They skimmed the sides of her ribs, slid under her breasts, tested the weight. "You ever kissed a girl?" Alina's voice stayed low, almost lazy. Veronica shook her head. Alina kissed her. Slow at first, then deeper, tongue working until Veronica's knees gave. Alina lowered her to the mat and kept going—mouth on her throat, down each breast, sucking the nipples until they stood tight. She didn't stop there. Her hand slipped between Veronica's legs, fingers parting her, finding how wet she already was. Veronica didn't fight it. She spread wider. Alina stroked her open, slid one finger in, then two. She curled them until Veronica clenched around her and came shaking on the first real push. Veronica flipped them both. She spread Alina's thighs, looked at the smooth pussy, bare and slick under the sun. She leaned in, licked once—slow, testing—then again, hungry now. Her tongue worked Alina's clit while her fingers pushed inside, and Alina's back arched hard. When she came she grabbed Veronica's hair and held her there, thighs locked, voice raw in the open air. They stayed tangled after, sweat drying while the light slipped lower, two naked bodies still breathing against each other under a sky that looked like it might set the whole city on fire.