This Isn't Like You!

Cory's bouncing off the walls. Leah asks what's got her all twisted up. Cory says she's having a midlife crisis, feels like she's wasted her prime. Leah tells her there's still plenty of time to try shit and Cory gets fired up. She starts crushing tennis lessons, keeps her eyes glued to bare tits at a nude drawing class, and grinds in sexy dance classes until her hips stop lying. Leah cheers her on but still covers her face half the time. Weeks roll by and Cory rolls back in wearing leather and boots, helmet under her arm, fresh off buying a bike. Leah stares with a hungry twitch in her shorts. She tries to scold Cory about going overboard but the words come out breathy. Cory clocks the heat. She moves in close, that cocky little smirk pulling at her lips, and kisses Leah once, twice, until both of them quit pretending. Hands slide under shirts, they cup and squeeze each other's tits, slip fingers between slick folds until they’re gasping. New experiences for everybody.