Sharing The Bed

Shyla sat alone on the couch, flipping through a magazine when her phone lit up. Samantha. Vegas. Now. Finals screamed in her head but the lure pulled harder. She packed in minutes. When she reached the hotel, Samantha dropped the bombshell. Sasha Heart was coming. A lesbian. Shyla wanted to bolt, but the ticket was booked. Left alone while Samantha fetched her dress, doubt clawed at her. Then the door clicked. Sasha walked in, sat close, and introduced herself. Shyla's voice shook until they talked music and travel. Her guard slipped. Sasha asked about the pool. They headed to the bedroom to change. When Sasha peeled off her top, Shyla's mind raced: one week sharing space with a woman who wanted women. She asked Sasha to step inside and confessed she'd never been near a lesbian. Sasha smiled. I'm just a person who enjoys a girl's lips on mine. Curious, Shyla leaned in. Their mouths met like they'd done it before. Sasha dropped lower, tongue tracing Shyla's toes. Heat flooded between her legs. Fingers dipped in, spreading wet folds. Sasha slid over her, tribbing until their slick skin glistened. Then Sasha straddled Shyla's face and held her gaze while her tongue worked. Shyla came hard, staring up at those eyes. Now Samantha would walk in any minute. What the fuck happens next?