Not As Straight As You Think You Are

Indica Monroe and her straight bestie Sera Ryder are all set for a cozy movie marathon. They snuggle up tight, munching on snacks, when the jump scares hit. Indica jerks every damn time, yelping like a pro. By the third movie, her neck and shoulders scream in agony from all that twitching. Spotting Indica wincing, Sera smirks and offers a quick rubdown. Indica freezes, eyes wide—'You sure you wanna massage a lesbian like me?' Sera bursts out laughing, waving it off. 'Duh, we're best friends. What's the big deal?' Sera digs in, kneading those tense muscles with surprisingly firm hands. She aims to chill Indica out, but damn if her touches don't linger a beat too long. Whispers like 'Feel good?' come out extra soft, almost playful. Indica's mind spins— is Sera flirting? Her pulse hammers as each stroke amps up the heat. Heart pounding, Indica grabs Sera's wrists and slides those hands straight to her tits. Sera's eyes pop, a grin tugging at her lips. 'Uh, what the hell are you up to?' Indica's face flames red. 'I swear, you were totally coming on to me! All that extra affection—admit it!' Sera stammers a denial, but Indica calls out every flirty move, from the lingering hugs to those teasing comments. Suddenly, Sera's curiosity sparks. 'Fine, maybe I was. Wanna find out if I'm into it?' Hell yes, Indica's game. They crash into kisses, hot and hungry, tongues dancing like they've waited forever. Clothes fly off in a frenzy—shirts tossed, pants yanked down. Sera pins Indica back, trailing lips down her body till she dives between those thighs. First taste of Indica's slick pussy? Sera moans, addicted on the spot. Turns out, Indica nailed it—Sera's hidden spark was just begging to ignite.