Kiss Me Like You Mean It

Jane Wilde keeps tripping over every first kiss like her lips forgot the moves. So she rings up Serene Siren, the dating coach, hoping the woman can patch whatever’s stuck in her head. Serene takes one look and can’t believe a pretty blonde like Jane has these hiccups, but a story about a rotten high-school moment clears that up quick. Serene’s solution? A hands-on lesson. She asks for a kiss, right there, just to see what she’s fixing. Jane hesitates, then leans in, barely brushing Serene’s lips. Serene shakes her head, tells her to try again and mean it. The next kiss lands with weight, their mouths opening, tongues tangling until the kiss grows wet and hungry. Serene’s hands wander, slip inside Jane’s shirt, and soon her fingers find the soft warmth of the blonde’s natural tits. Gentle circles around stiff nipples turn bolder, and when Serene pushes farther, Jane’s jeans are open, panties shoved aside, and two fingers slide inside her. Jane gasps against Serene’s mouth, hips rolling as Serene curls and strokes. Each thrust lands deeper, wet sounds echoing, until the coach’s fingers are slick and Jane’s legs are shaking. Serene keeps working her, pumping and rubbing while they share another deep, open-mouthed kiss that finally leaves Jane breathless and grinning like the world’s biggest idiot for waiting this long.