The second I heard the knock at the door, my stomach flipped. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been waiting for this — we’d planned it, talked about it way more than I care to admit — but now that Teagan was actually here, the reality of what might happen settled over me like a heavy, nervous fog.

I wiped my palms on my shorts, took a steadying breath, and opened the door.

There she was.

I couldn’t help the way my eyes did a full sweep over her — and how could I not? Teagan looked… unreal. She was standing there with that shy, crooked smile, dirty blonde hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling even under the porch light.

She was just 5' tall, but her body was all curves and edges in the best way — narrow waist, hips that flared just enough to make my thoughts scatter. Her tan skin looked golden in the evening light, and those jean shorts she had on clung to her hips like a second skin. The yellow tank top rode up to show her bare stomach. I noticed the thin yellow bra strap peeking out from under it — matching, I realized, remembering the yellow thong she’d teased me about over text earlier.

God help me.

“Hey,” I managed, my voice a little tighter than I intended.

“Hey,” she echoed, that little smirk curling her lips. “Nervous?”

I huffed a laugh, stepping aside to let her in. “A little.”

“Me too,” she admitted quietly as she walked past me. Her perfume — something soft and sweet with a hint of vanilla — trailed behind her, and I swear it made my knees weak.

She dropped her overnight bag near the couch and turned to me, hands resting on her hips. “So… this is happening, huh?”

I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest. “Yeah… if you still want it to.”

Her blue eyes softened, and for a second, the teasing faded, replaced with something almost shy. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

We stood there for a second, both quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension. But we didn’t jump right into anything — not yet. It was too soon, and we both needed to settle into it.

“Wanna hang out for a bit first?” I offered, desperate to calm my nerves. “Watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, good idea.” She smiled, her shoulders relaxing a little. “Let me change into something more comfortable first though… can’t exactly lounge in these.” She tugged at the waistband of her shorts, giving me a teasing wink.

I swallowed hard, imagining exactly what was under those tiny shorts, but nodded quickly. “Yeah—uh, yeah, you know where my room is.”

She grabbed her bag and disappeared into my room while I set up the living room, trying not to overthink everything. By the time she came back, my nerves kicked up all over again.

Teagan had changed into a loose cropped t-shirt — still yellow, of course — and a pair of tiny sleep shorts that barely covered anything. Her long legs were bare, smooth, tan, and the faint outline of that yellow thong still peeked through the thin fabric.

She caught me staring and grinned. “Like?”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto my face. “Shut up.”

We settled onto the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background, but neither of us really cared about it. We sat close — not touching, but close enough that every little movement, every brush of her knee against mine, sent a spark through me.

Conversation was easy at first — familiar, teasing, laughing about stupid stuff like always. But under it all was that tension, just beneath the surface.

Halfway through the movie, she shifted closer, her bare thigh brushing against mine, and neither of us moved away.

I glanced at her, my pulse picking up when I saw the way her eyes dropped to my lips for a second before flicking back to mine.

“So…” she started, voice low, almost playful, “are we… waiting until after the movie or…?”

I smiled nervously. “You tell me.”

She leaned in, just enough that I could feel her breath ghost across my cheek. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day,” she admitted softly.

My heart practically stopped. “Kiss me?”

The second our lips met, everything else faded.

It started soft, tentative, her lips brushing against mine, testing, teasing. I could taste her lip gloss, faintly sweet, strawberry!

The first kiss broke after just a second, both of us pulling back, eyes wide, hearts racing.

“Okay,” she whispered, breath shaky. “That was really nice.”

I laughed softly, my nerves cracking a little. “I agree, but I think you can do better.”

Her blue eyes lit up with challenge, and then she was kissing me again — this time deeper, slower. Her lips parted, her tongue sliding against mine, wet and warm and tentative at first, but quickly growing bolder.

The kiss turned heavy, her tongue exploring my mouth as I kissed her back, matching her, tasting her. Her hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers curling into my hair, holding me close as our tongues tangled, slow and messy and addictive.

I groaned softly into her mouth. This was building fast, my whole body buzzing.

We broke apart eventually, both flushed, breathing a little harder. 

“Okay… that was better,” I admitted, my voice a little breathless.

She grinned, cocky but flushed herself. “Told you.”

The movie was long forgotten as we stayed curled up on the couch, kissing more — slow, deep, tongue-heavy kisses that left me dizzy. Her hands explored cautiously — over my sides, up under my shirt, fingers brushing bare skin, sending goosebumps across my body.

At some point, I realized my legs were tangled with hers, her bare thigh pressed firmly between mine, the heat of her so close it made my stomach twist.

We took our time, making out lazily, laughing between kisses, nerves still there but fading under the weight of pure, slow-burning attraction.

Eventually, she pulled back, eyes shining. “Ready?”

I nodded, my heart pounding, but the nervousness had shifted now — still there, but tangled with excitement and heat.

“Let’s go to my room,” I whispered.

She smiled, biting her lip, and stood up, offering me her hand. I took it, my fingers trembling slightly as she led the way.

The short walk to my room felt like a lifetime. Teagan's fingers stayed wrapped around mine, her grip small but firm, warm, grounding me as my heart raced in my chest. My brain buzzed with nerves — excited, terrified, turned on beyond belief — but with every step, the decision was made.

I wanted this. I wanted her.

She stepped into my room first, her eyes flicking around casually, but when she turned to face me, the playfulness in her expression softened into something warmer. The door clicked shut behind us. For a moment, we just stood there, the air between us thick, heavy with anticipation. I could hear my own breathing, feel my pulse in my throat.

Teagan took a small step closer, close enough that her body brushed against mine, her eyes searching my face.

“You still okay?” she asked softly, her voice low, almost shy.

I nodded, my mouth dry. “Yeah… just… nervous.”

She smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little. “Me too.”

Before I could overthink it, she leaned in and kissed me again.

God… the way she kissed.

It started soft, lips brushing, but within seconds, her tongue slid against mine, warm and wet and teasing, exploring my mouth like she was tasting me for the first time all over again.

I whimpered softly, my hands finding her waist, fingers slipping under the thin fabric of her cropped t-shirt. Her skin was warm, smooth, her hips narrow beneath my hands.

We made out standing there — slow at first, but quickly turning messy, breathy, deeper. Our tongues tangled, wet and hungry, lips parting and pressing together over and over until my head spun.

“God… your kisses…” I whispered when we finally broke apart, my voice shaky, my lips tingling.

She just grinned, biting her bottom lip. “Yours isn’t so bad either.”

I laughed, but it came out breathless as she reached down, fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt.

“May I…?”

I nodded, raising my arms.

Her hands slid up my sides as she pulled my shirt off, her fingers now lingering at my waist, her eyes roaming over me with a look that sent a tingle straight between my legs.

I was in just my bra now — a simple one, nothing fancy — but her eyes made me feel completely exposed.

“My turn,” I whispered, reaching for the hem of her cropped t-shirt.

She lifted her arms, letting me peel it off, revealing her matching yellow bra beneath — snug against her perfectly shaped 32C chest, her tan skin glowing under the soft light.

My mouth went dry.

“You’re… perfect,” I admitted, unable to stop myself.

Her cheeks flushed, but that teasing glint never left her eyes. “You haven’t seen everything yet.”

I laughed, but it faltered as her hands slid to my waistband, her fingers teasing the button of my shorts. She hesitated, eyes meeting mine.

She unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them down my legs, her eyes flicking lower as the fabric pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them, standing there in my bra and underwear, my whole body buzzing.

Then it was my turn — my fingers trembled slightly as I untied her tiny sleep shorts, easing them down slowly, revealing the yellow thong I’d been thinking about all night.

Her hips flared perfectly, her stomach flat and tan, and lower… completely bare, smooth skin disappearing beneath that thin yellow fabric.

“You’re staring,” she teased.

“Can you blame me?” I shot back, my voice weak but honest.

We laughed softly, both of us flushed, but the air between us had shifted completely now — no more pretense, just raw, nervous, want.

Teagan reached behind her, unhooking her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders with a slow, teasing motion. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare chest —perky, her nipples already hard, a soft pink that practically begged for my mouth.

I couldn’t help myself.

Leaning in, I wrapped my lips around one nipple, sucking gently, pulling her nipple into my mouth.

Teagan gasped, her hand slipping into my hair, fingers curling at the nape of my neck as I flicked my tongue over her nipple.

“Oh my,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

I kissed along to her other nipple, giving it the same slow, teasing attention, sucking and licking as her body arched toward me.

Her hands found the clasp of my bra next, fumbling slightly, but I helped her, easing it off. She pulled back just enough to admire me, her eyes roaming over my bare chest, a soft smile curling her lips.

“God… you’re so pretty,” she breathed.

Before I could even blush, her mouth found my nipple, her tongue circling, teasing, sucking gently as her hand slid down my side.

My whole body tensed, the heat between my legs growing unbearable as she kissed and licked my boobs, taking her time, tasting every inch of me.

I reached for her thong, sliding my fingers under the waistband, teasing along her hips. She made a soft sound of approval, shifting slightly to let me ease it down.

She was completely bare beneath — smooth, soft, tan. I couldn’t stop staring.

Then she reached for my underwear, pulling it down, and I was just as exposed, nerves and arousal warring inside me.

We stood there, both naked, breathing softly, flushed, eyes locked.

“You wanna… lie down?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, slipping onto my bed, lying back against the pillows, her legs parting just slightly in invitation.

The sight of her laid out for me — tanned skin, toned stomach, hips flared, her bare pussy glistening — nearly made me forget how to breathe.

I crawled onto the bed beside her, our lips finding each other again, tongues tangling, kissing deep and messy, our bodies pressing together, bare skin sliding, hearts racing.

Her hand slid between my legs, fingers slipping through my lips, dipping between them gently. I gasped, my hips rocking toward her touch as her fingers explored me — slow, soft, careful.

“You’re so wet already…” she whispered against my mouth, her voice breathless, teasing.

I moaned softly, my own hand sliding down her stomach, teasing between her thighs. She was just as wet, her slickness coating my fingers as I traced along her folds, circling her clit lightly.

We took turns exploring each other — fingers teasing, hips grinding, kissing sloppy and deep, tongues wet and eager, tasting each other over and over.

Then I kissed lower — down her stomach, along her hips, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she parted her legs for me.

I started slow — my tongue teasing along her lips, tasting her, making her gasp. Her hand tangled in my hair as I licked her gently, circling her clit, flicking it slowly as her hips lifted off the bed.

“Oh my god…” she moaned, her voice shaking.

I kept going, licking her steadily, her moans growing louder, her thighs trembling around my head.

Then, teasing lower, I kissed softly along the crease of her ass, my tongue licking her tiny little brown butthole, exploring her as her whole body reeled.

“Oh fuck… don’t stop…” she whimpered, her voice raw.

I didn’t — I licked her slowly, teasing between her thighs, tasting her until her hips bucked and her moans filled the room.

Teagan's thighs trembled softly against my shoulders as I licked her, slow and steady, circling her clit with my tongue. Every little gasp and moan that escaped her lips sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. I loved the way her body moved under me — hips shifting, back arching, fingers tightening in my hair whenever I flicked my tongue just right.

Her taste was sweet, warm, and completely addictive.

I kissed lower again, teasing along the crack of her ass, my tongue flicking softly, experimentally. Her body jolted, a shaky gasp tearing from her lips.

She whimpered, her voice raw, trembling.

Encouraged, I licked her ass again, slower this time, feeling her whole body tense beneath me. Her hand tangled tighter in my hair as her hips rocked upward, silently asking for more.

I kept teasing, switching between her clit, and soft, gentle strokes along her ass, exploring every inch of her until her thighs were quivering and her breath came in shaky little bursts.

When I finally pulled back, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her blue eyes glassy with heat, flushed and breathless.

“You okay?” I asked softly, crawling up beside her, my heart still racing.

She let out a breathy laugh, her voice hoarse. “Are you kidding? That was… incredible.”

I smiled, shy but proud. Before I could say anything else, she rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up my thigh, teasing along my hip.

“My turn,” she whispered. She pushed me gently onto my back, settling between my legs, her lips brushing along my stomach, down my hips, her fingers tracing patterns over my bare skin.

Every touch made my skin tighten, anticipation pooling low and heavy inside me.

But instead of going straight for it, she shifted down, her hands sliding along my calves, her lips pressing a soft kiss to my ankle.

I looked down at her, my pulse skittering in my chest.

“You’ve got cute feet,” she teased, her voice low, playful.

“You’re ridiculous.” She just smiled, pressing another kiss to the arch of my foot, then teasing her tongue along the sensitive skin there. The sensation sent a weird but not unpleasant jolt through me — warm and tingly, different in the best way.

Her mouth trailed to my toes, her lips brushing each one, her tongue flicking softly as she kissed along them. It was playful, intimate in a way I didn’t expect, and the contrast of the soft teasing against the building ache between my legs made me whimper softly.

“You’re so worked up already,” she whispered, eyes flicking up to meet mine, her voice thick with heat.

I could only nod, my breath shaky as she kissed her way back up my legs, her hands sliding along my thighs, parting them gently.

Her lips hovered over me, her warm breath ghosting across my bare, aching pussy.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she said softly, her voice surprisingly gentle beneath the teasing.

I shook my head quickly. “No! Don’t stop.”

Her tongue slid over me then — slow, wet, hot — tracing along my lips, tasting me. I gasped, my hips jerking upward instinctively as the first wave of pleasure washed through me.

She licked me carefully at first, teasing circles around my clit, her fingers spreading me gently. Her mouth was warm, her tongue soft but purposeful, and every slow stroke sent fresh sparks of ripping through me.

“Oh my god." My hips rocking up against her mouth.

She hummed softly, the sound vibrating against me as her tongue moved faster, more confident now, circling, flicking, tasting me until my thighs shook around her head.

Her fingers slid lower, teasing at my entrance, and with a gentle push, she slid one inside me.

I gasped, my whole body tightening, my hips rolling into the motion instinctively as her finger curled gently inside me, her tongue never stopping its steady, delicious rhythm over my clit.

She worked me slowly — one finger curling, stroking my gspot, her tongue licking and circling my clit until my breath came in sharp, shaky gasps.

The combination of her mouth and fingers was overwhelming — every nerve in my body lit up, the pleasure building fast, sharp, almost unbearable.

I tangled my fingers in her soft blonde hair, holding her there as my hips rocked up, chasing the edge, my moans filling the room.

“Teagan… I'm… oh god…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence before the orgasm hit me, hard and fast, my body tensing, trembling, my thighs clamping around her head as pleasure crashed over me.

She didn’t stop — her tongue stayed steady, her finger curling just right as my orgasm pulsed through me, wave after wave until I finally collapsed back against the bed, completely spent, panting and flushed.

She crawled up beside me, her body pressing close, her lips brushing softly over mine.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my voice wrecked, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

She giggled softly, proud and breathless. “Yeah… you’re welcome.”

I laughed weakly, pulling her closer, our bare bodies pressing together, the warmth of her skin comforting.

We kissed again — slow, lazy now, our tongues still exploring, but softer, more affectionate, our bodies tangled up beneath the covers.

Neither of us spoke for a long moment, just breathing, touching, kissing softly as the adrenaline faded, replaced with a sleepy, satisfied warmth.

Eventually, Teagan rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns along my stomach.

“So… was that worth all the nervousness?” she teased gently.

I smiled, my fingers threading through her hair. “Absolutely.”

We drifted off like that, tangled together, the heat of our bodies keeping the night’s quiet glow alive as sleep finally pulled us under.