You Can Stay with Me

Queenie Sateen's best buddy Ana Foxxx drags her invite to the neighbor's bash, but Queenie's flat-out wrecked—her five-year boyfriend's been screwing around behind her back. Ana's all heart, nixing the party vibe right there. 'Crash at my place tonight, girl,' she insists. They huddle up, spilling guts over drinks, trading laughs through the tears. Ana's hands get to work, kneading Queenie's tense shoulders, easing out the knots like a pro. 'You're a total knockout,' Ana purrs, 'that idiot ex didn't deserve you. Bet you've got guys and gals lining up to worship that body.' Queenie blushes, confesses she's never tangled with a woman, but damn, the curiosity's been simmering. Ana grins wicked, leaning in close. 'Us girls? We're the real deal—soft curves, killer scents, pure fire.' Queenie's game, eyes sparkling with that fresh thrill. And Ana, being the ride-or-die pal she is, takes the reins, showing Queenie the ropes of her very first girl-on-girl romp, lips locking, fingers exploring every sweet spot with teasing skill.