Lesbian Summer Camp

Vanessa Sky walks into Camp Lesbi Friends for the first time, and there she is—Nia Nacci—her new bunkmate, all legs and cocky smile. Vanessa's heart does flip-flops. Nia's got that kind of easy confidence that says she already owns the room. Nia sits down on the bottom bunk like it's her throne, immediately cozy. She tells Vanessa how hot the camp is for girls figuring themselves out. Vanessa admits she's the only lesbian at home and still hasn't kissed a girl. Nia listens with a grin growing. "You'll make more than friends here, trust." Vanessa blushes, asks what she's implying. Nia doesn't hedge. "We're all horny out here in the woods. We get close. Real close." Vanessa's mouth drops—she admits she's never done anything. Virgin still. Nia shrugs like it's nothing and says she'll handle it. At first Vanessa's shy, clutching her pillow. But Nia's smooth. She talks Vanessa down from her nerves with teasing words, the kind that make stomachs flip. Vanessa nods, decided. She wants this summer to actually matter. Nia goes first, leaning in to taste her. One slow, hungry kiss turns into tongue-in-mouth and then they’re both shedding clothes like they've done it a thousand times together. Shortly after that Vanessa’s lying back on the mattress completely naked, legs shaky, hips twitching because Nia's mouth and fingers know exactly what they're doing. Every wet sound loud, every gasp honest—pleasure straight up her spine, down to her toes curling around the blanket. By the time Nia's finished introducing her to the full ride, Vanessa's breath is wrecked, eyes bright, already greedy for whatever else camp has lined up. Best damn first day she could've asked for.