The Popular Girl

Samantha spent the last five years invisible. Clubs kept her busy, nobody looked twice, but something cracked open and she wanted her body seen. Elektra said she’d help with clothes, so here they were, trying shit on. First couple looked like a bad school play. Then Samantha slipped into the right one and Elektra’s eyes actually lit up. Elektra noticed how the fabric sat on her. Noticed the hips, the new curve of tits. The room shifted. "I’ve always liked you," she muttered, like the words tasted dangerous. "Tell me how to make it up," Samantha said, stepping closer. Heat kicked between them. Mouths crashed. Elektra tried to stay cool but her breath broke. Samantha’s tongue was soft, hungry, the kind that knew exactly where to go. Hands stripped, slow, careful, then greedy. Natural tits pressed to eager lips, Sam sucking, rolling Elektra’s stiff nipples until she shivered. "I’ll stop the second you tell me," Sam whispered against her stomach, sliding lower. That permission let Elektra spread wider. Sam licked her swollen clit in long, heavy strokes, pushed two fingers deep, dragged the tender skin just right. Elektra bucked, fists in Sam’s hair, moaning loud enough to wake the whole damn dorm. She came shaking, thighs clamped around Sam’s face. Then it flipped. Elektra spread Sam open, gave back every lick and thrust until Sam was gasping and sticky. Legs tangled. Pussies sliding together hard, wet and raw, a rocking scissor that rubbed their clits until both girls trembled with another slick orgasm. They collapsed, sweat cooling on bare skin, clothes scattered like they’d fought the air itself. Samantha grinned at the ceiling. She knew exactly what card she was playing next.