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"I think Naomi wants to... you know... do it."

The second the words leave my mouth, Mia chokes on her water. Sputtering and coughing, eyes wide, trying to catch her breath.

I can't tell if she's horrified or impressed.

"Are you serious?" she asks. "You really think you're ready for that?"

I shrug, biting back a grin. "Well, maybe. She's...yesterday it was really nice and she's been... extra flirty with me lately, like she's daring me to make the first move or something. I don't know. I could just be imagining things."

Mia raises an eyebrow. "Luna, I've seen the way she looks at you. She's not subtle."

I laugh, my cheeks heat up. "Okay, so maybe she's not subtle. But I'm not exactly experienced in, you know...it."

Mia holds up her hands, backing off. "I'm not sure how to teach you how to... do it with her, honestly. That's all on you. But," she says, grinning wickedly, "I can tell you to take it slow. Don't rush it just because you're excited. You'll know when it feels right."

I roll my eyes, but Mia's advice is solid. "Thanks."

We chat a little longer, but my mind's only half on our conversation. I keep replaying Naomi's looks from earlier in the day, the way her fingers would linger on my arm, her voice inviting when she leaned into me over my locker to tell me she misses me.

***

In class, Naomi's on her A-game, fully aware of the tension she's stirring up.

Every time I look at her, she's already watching me, her eyes dark and a little mischievous, like she knows exactly what she's doing.

She brushes my arm as she leans in to pass me a pen, her fingers trailing just a second too long.

And I'm definitely not backing down; I catch her gaze, give her a smirk, push back just enough to make it clear I'm game.

At one point, our teacher catches us whispering and gives us a stern look, which just makes it even more impossible to hold back my grin.

Naomi stifles a laugh, mouthing "sorry" with zero sincerity.

Finally, after class, we linger in the hallway, the rest of the students moving around us. Naomi looks at me, her expression a little nervous, a little excited.

"So, I was thinking maybe we could catch a movie? My place?"

My heart stumbles to my belly.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, we have all the time," she adds before I can protest.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Her face lights up, and I can feel my heart pounding as we head outside together. I know there's more than a movie on both our minds.

***

When we get to Naomi's house, I have to stop and just take it in.

Naomi lives in a mansion. The driveway is winding and lined with tall, manicured hedges, and the house itself is all gleaming windows, towering columns, and stonework that looks straight out of a fairytale.

It's a little intimidating-okay, it's a lot intimidating.

"You live here?" I ask, unable to hide my awe.

Naomi chuckles softly. "Yeah, with my dad. It's... a little much, I know."

I nod, glancing around. "It's beautiful. Just your dad?"

Her smile softens a little. "My mom passed away when I was little. I don't remember much about her... Just little things here and there, you know?"

I nod.

There's a vulnerability in her voice, like she doesn't talk about her mom often and I get it. I know what it's like to not have people you need around.

"I get it," I say quietly.

Inside, we settle into her bedroom that's too perfect to believe, with velvet covers, a huge bed, and dim lighting with a screen bigger it makes you feel like you're in there with the movie characters.

Naomi puts on some old movie I didn't even catch the title and we settle in with a bowl of popcorn between us.

At first, it feels casual, just a couple watching a movie, sneaking glances at each other.

But slowly, the space between us shrinks, and our hands start brushing as we reach for popcorn at the same time.

I glance at her, and she's already looking at me, her face just inches away, her eyes dark with something more than just want.

She leans forward, her fingers brushing my arm, soft and teasing.

"Luna..." she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. It's all I need.

Without thinking, I close the gap between us, our lips meeting in a soft kiss.

I can feel her hesitate for just a second before she presses in a little deeper, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck.

"I've wanted to do that all day," she admits.

I can't help but grin. "Me too."

Our hands find each other, fingers tangling as she pulls me in again.

Her hand moves to my waist, pulling me closer.

"I want you. I want more," she whispers on my lips. I don't know what that means but I know I want the same thing.

"I don't know what to do..." I feel embarrassed.

Naomi cups my cheeks. "You don't have to do anything, just let me make you feel good. And please stop me when you need to."

I nod, not able to speak.

The next thing I know, we are back to the kiss. Somehow somewhere in the most natural way, my top is off, so are my jeans and now I'm laying in my bra and panties on Naomi's deep couch.

She looks at me with a hungry gaze and I feel like I'm the most beautiful person ever.

"I've never done it before." I mutter.

"I know." Naomi's voice is low and hoarse as she disappears somewhere between my legs.

Minutes later, I want to jump out of my skin from the sweetness of her tongue flicking repeatedly on that one spot between my legs.

Naomi's arm holds me down but she can't do both, so I need to ground myself.

"Keep it down," Naomi warns, taking a break.

I grab the nearest pillow and bite down into it as the sweetness gets worse.

"Oh my-"

I don't know how she moves from between my legs to have her lips on me. Making my moan die in her mouth as I orgasm.

It's gross, it should be but damn I love tasting myself on her tongue.

Coming down from cloud nine with a heavy breath, Naomi wraps her hands around me like she's some sort of protector and I let myself relax.

What happens now? What do I say? Do I do that to her too? Can I even look at her after this?