My First Hookup

Ava sat near the fire, burning up inside. She wanted Remi Lacroix more than she could breathe, yet never felt brave enough to try. Jenna leaned close, feeding her quiet little tricks for cracking the ice. Ava swallowed hard, walked straight into the kitchen. She talks tea. Remi smiles like she already owns the room. Shyness shows in the way Ava holds herself, and Remi enjoys it. When Ava mumbles that the sorority head does a hell of a job, Remi knows the crush sits plain as daylight. Ava panics and starts to leave. Remi stops her with easy words—drop by anytime. Then she nods toward the bedroom. Under grey cotton, black lace shows. Remi mentions it first, and Ava peels the shirt away. Bras hit the floor, then panties, until skin slides against skin. Remi grabs Ava's mouth, tongue hungry, tasting that sudden heat between Ava’s legs. Soft tits get attention, sucked red, nipples stiff. Remi drifts lower, presses her tongue over Ava’s panties until the fabric darkens. Fingers slide in next, deep, steady, pushing Ava over once, then again. Face down, Ava arches while Remi’s tongue circles her ass and fingers work her pussy raw. Second climax locks her shoulders. They twist into sixty-nine, Remi’s wet lips mashed over Ava’s mouth, cheeks gripped tight. Remi shakes and spills across Ava’s tongue. Ava finally tastes success, and walks out ready to hold every stare in the house.