Lonely Spring Break

Alexia scrolls through pics of her friends drunk and dancing without her, already feeling sorry for herself when the doorbell breaks the pity party. Lauren Phillips stands on the porch, all red hair and curves, checking in because the parents are gone. They hug, head inside, and Lauren clocks the Instagram FOMO on the laptop right away. Alexia swears she's 'totally fine,' but the lie is thinner than her phone case. Lauren asks about the spring-break trip Alexia bailed on, and the dam cracks. Turns out Alexia tried to kiss her friend Tracy, first-ever flirt with a girl, total disaster, now these new lesbian feelings won't shut up. Lauren chuckles, admits she's into women too, and suddenly it clicks for Alexia—makes sense of all the sleepovers that felt extra cozy. Lauren talks about her own college crush: the nerves, the stolen glances, the night she finally did something about it. Alexia's thighs press together under the table while she watches Lauren's mouth move. She blurts out that Lauren is hot—older, sure, but smoking hot. Lauren grins like she knew it was coming. Alexia stammers an apology for the crush, but Lauren leans in and says not to bury it. She asks the direct question: has Alexia ever touched herself thinking about her? Face red, Alexia nods. Lauren slides closer, whispers the deal—yes or no, one time, nobody tells Mom and Dad. Alexia swallows, nods again, and then they're kissing, tongues flicking, playful and wet. Clothes hit the floor in a messy trail to the couch; hands explore, thighs open, and Alexia's lonely spring break turns into a very hands-on education.