Mommy's Little Black Book

Scarlett's digging through her closet for that geometry book when she spots this old box. She cracks it open, rifling through dusty textbooks until her fingers land on something else—a sleek black hardcover that looks nothing like her stuff. Curiosity gets the best of her and she flips it open, sees Reagan Foxx's name inside. What the fuck. Reagan's diary? She shouldn't read it. She reads it anyway. First entry's already got her cheeks burning—Reagan's got some woman on her knees, tongue buried deep, every filthy detail spelled out in that tight cursive. Turns out Reagan's a fucking lesbian. Scarlett's pulse jumps. She keeps flipping, and it only gets worse: Reagan's describing her thighs spread, some mystery mouth sucking and licking until she comes screaming. Scarlett presses her own thighs together, heat pooling fast. Before she knows it her hand's down her shorts, fingers working her clit in quick circles, breath coming in little hitches. Reagan steps through the door at exactly the wrong time, does a quick double take, but doesn't leave. Instead she steps closer, closing the door behind her. 'Just what the hell are you doing with my diary?' she snaps, voice sharp enough to cut. Scarlett's caught, breathing hard, but she doesn't back down. It spills out fast—she's a lesbian too, never told anyone, just needed to know if she was alone in this. Reagan's anger slips into something softer, pride flickering behind her eyes as she nods, acknowledges it. Then the real question drops: has Scarlett ever been touched by another woman? A quick head-shake. No, never, only late-night thoughts and quiet fingers under the sheets. The space between them shrinks until their knees brush. Reagan asks, low and steady, if she wants a lesson. Scarlett's hands are already on Reagan's breasts before the last word lands, squeezing, thumbs brushing stiff nipples through cotton. They kiss like teenagers—hungry, messy, tongues sliding. Reagan strips her shorts off, spreads her open on the bed, and eats her like she's starving, licking and sucking until Scarlett's hips buck and her first real lesbian orgasm crashes through her hard enough to make her see stars. Even after, she keeps pulling Reagan in for more, bodies tangled and slick, realizing this is exactly where she belongs.