Decorating With Pride

Brittany just came out loud and proud. She's done hiding, so she calls in Destiny Cruz to redecorate her place and help her flaunt it. They sit down, Brittany rattling off ideas like rainbow carpets, nude lady statues, and lesbian battle axes on every wall. Destiny finally cuts in—says she respects the fire but thinks subtlety can look just as fierce. Brittany blushes, realizes she went full parade float. Destiny holds her gaze, tells her living the life matters more than decorating it. Brittany's mouth goes dry. She admits she's never actually touched another woman, never even had a date. Destiny smiles slow, leans in, and says she's a connection now. Heat jumps between them, sudden and sharp. The next breath, they're pulling at each other's clothes, Destiny's hand sliding up Brittany's thigh, Brittany gasping at the first real taste of skin on skin. Destiny drops to her knees, tongue slick and greedy between Brittany's legs while Brittany grips her hair, hips rolling, moans loud and unashamed for once. Brittany returns the favor, spreading Destiny on the couch, fingers and mouth busy until Destiny's back arches and she comes hard, nails digging into Brittany's shoulder. By the end they're sweaty and tangled on the floor, Brittany laughing because she finally feels like she's lived something real.