Woods Picnic: My First Time with Two Women
That hilltop overlooking the lake, grass tickling our bare legs. Sun warm on skin, air thick with unspoken heat. We’d eaten in silence after the picnic spread. My heart hammered. Lilas and Lyrie watched me like prey. No underwear under our skimpy tunics—Lyrie’s daim skin clung sweaty to her curves, my short white skirt rode…