My body was still trembling, soaked in sweat and afterglow. She lay next to me, tracing lazy circles on my bare stomach. Her fingers were slow — too slow — like she was savoring the aftermath. "You came so easily for me," she whispered, licking her bottom lip. "I barely touched you." I was still catching my breath when I turned to face her. "And you’re still fully clothed," I said, my voice low, husky, daring. She raised...

It started at a sleepover — just me and her. A friend I’d secretly stared at too long. Lips too soft. Eyes too confident. A smirk that made my thighs tighten under loose pajamas. We were watching a movie on her bed — blankets everywhere, popcorn half-eaten, legs barely touching. The room was dim, warm with the scent of her vanilla lotion and something else I couldn't name. My heart raced just being next to her. She turned...