It's A Small World

Sunlight hit Allie Rae's bare skin like she owed it money. She lay poolside, oiled and spread open, every inch of her glossed and bare while her fingers worked slow circles between her thighs. A strange voice broke the quiet—heels clicking on tile. Allie shot upright, snatched her towel, cursed through the sliding glass. Ana Foxxx stood inside the doorway, unbothered. She’d been told about a pool party and wandered in looking for friends. Allie threatened to call the cops. Ana laughed it off, said she meant no harm. Allie cooled, offered a drink instead, and the two ended up side-by-side on the couch—half-dressed, half-curious. Ana clocked the nervous grip Allie kept on the towel, the way her nipples poked through damp fabric. “Just us girls,” Ana said. “Show me.” Allie’s face burned, but she peeled the cloth back. Ana’s mouth curled in approval. Questions traded fast: family, friends, first times. Allie admitted she’d never fucked anyone—boy or girl. Ana slid closer, promised to fix that before her parents got home. Clothes hit the floor. Ana leaned in, tongue teasing Allie’s lips until the nerves melted. She coaxed Allie up onto the couch back, legs wide. Allie’s pink pussy glistened under fresh oil. Ana dropped between those thighs, tasting the first white cunt she’d had in years while Allie’s moan split the afternoon quiet. Fingers, mouths, the wet slap of skin on leather—two strangers learning every inch the other offered.