Fear of Touch

Jayme's therapist really thought a massage was the fix for her touch phobia—bold prescription, honestly. Karlie comes in smiling and promising gentle hands. She steps out so Jayme can strip in peace, then sneaks one quick, unnoticed peek from the hall. Jayme's already wound tight when the massage starts. Karlie keeps talking soft, trying to settle her nerves, until Jayme panics and lets out a raw scream. That just makes Karlie bolder: soft squeezes to Jayme's feet, sliding up her thighs, cupping her ass and giving her breasts a tender fondle. Every touch earns Jayme a whisper of praise for being so brave. Between gasps, Jayme admits she's never been touched, kissed, or fucked—ever. Karlie takes the cue, gently parts Jayme's legs, and shows the virgin exactly how a lesbian orgasm feels. She rubs slow circles over Jayme's swelling pussy, slick and trembling as heat builds. Jayme's first climax hits her hard, thighs shaking and breath gone. Jayme pulls Karlie in for a kiss, greedy now, ready for more. She tastes pussy for the first time and sinks into a deep, wet sixty-nine, finally shedding years of fear in one long, messy afternoon.