Shared Experience

Bridgette struts into the living room and parks herself on the couch right next to Kenzie Reeves. She opens her mouth to talk, but Kenzie's got headphones on full blast, so she gets nothing. Bridgette yanks them off with a sarcastic "hello," and Kenzie jumps like she got shocked. She yells what the hell Bridgette wants—she's overwhelmed, just needs some goddamn privacy. Bridgette tells her to calm down, but Kenzie snaps. "You have no right telling me what to do. You aren't even my real mom!" Bridgette keeps trying to talk her off the edge, yet Kenzie dumps everything. School's crushing her, and she still doesn't know who the fuck she is. She storms upstairs, leaving Bridgette to chase. In the bedroom, Bridgette demands to know why Kenzie's so pissed. Kenzie blurts she's confused, can't even say the word out loud: she's gay. Bridgette smiles, says it's natural as hell—she messed around plenty in college, and pussy turned out just as good as cock. Kenzie, blushing, asks if that's normal. Bridgette says damn right it is and leans in for a kiss. Kenzie pulls back, then finally lets Bridgette teach her. Clothes hit the floor, mouths and fingers explore every curve, and Kenzie melts into her first taste of a woman licking her slick, tasting her until she trembles.