True Lesbian - The First Day

Angela stands in front of the bathroom mirror, hands shaking while she lines her lips. Her husband’s voice keeps rattling in her head, calling her a closet dyke, worthless, ruined. He’s gone now, packed his shit and split because he couldn’t stand the thought of her tongue on another woman. She yanks off one dress, pulls on another, nothing feels right. Kira’s in the car, windows down, radio loud. Her phone lights up: new client, first time with a girl, blonde, hairy, natural tits. She grins, turns the volume higher, already counting on repeat bookings. She pulls up looking expensive, knocks, and Angela opens the door with that deer-in-headlights stare. They sit on the couch. Kira lays out the ground rules quick—cash up front, safe words, no judgment. Then she takes Angela’s trembling hands and slides them onto her own tits. Angela squeezes, breath hitching, but the guilt hits hard. She pulls back, buries her face in her palms, spills everything: the divorce, the gossip, the fear of what the neighbors will say if they find out she likes pussy. Kira cups her cheek, warm smile, zero pity. “I’d be honored to be your first.” She tells Angela she’s gorgeous, that her body’s already begging for this. The words land like fingers on skin. Angela leans in, kisses her hard, tongues and teeth, no more holding back. Kira takes the lead, slow and cocky, peeling clothes away, spreading Angela open on the couch. She traces that soft blonde hair between her legs, dips two fingers inside, works her until Angela’s moaning loud enough to forget every cruel thing her ex ever said. Every stroke says the same thing: this won’t be the last time.