Sun Soaked Sex Lesson

Kenzie flops down on the lawn chair, the sun burning holes in her crop top. “Every guy I date bolts after three weeks,” she grumbles to Serene, who’s already three mimosas ahead. “Tell me your magic trick.” Serene pushes the sunglasses up her nose and grins. “Easy. Blow his mind in bed. Or hers.” Before Kenzie can roll her eyes, Serene leans in and catches her mouth, all warm mint and confidence. They tug at bikinis, mouths traveling lower, skin slipping against skin. Fingers curl, tongues work, legs lock—skin slapping, breath catching. Serene rides Kenzie’s thigh until both of them are moaning into each other’s necks. When it’s over, Serene smirks and plants one last kiss on Kenzie’s damp forehead. “Performance is definitely not your problem, sweetheart.”