Lesbian Sorority Sisters: Exclusive Best Pizza Date

So my lesbian sorority sisters came over last night for what was supposed to be a chill pizza date, you know, the kind where we just vent about classes and split a large pepperoni. But there was this weird tension all evening, the way she kept looking at me while licking grease off her fingers, and I felt this pull low in my stomach. We finished eating and somehow ended up on the couch, her hand resting on my thigh, thumb tracing little circles that made my breath catch. One kiss turned into more, clothes got tugged aside, and soon I was on my back with her mouth between my legs, her tongue doing this slow, deliberate thing that had me gripping the cushions and trying not to be too loud. It was soft and hungry at the same time, her lips and fingers working together until I came with a shaky gasp. Then I flipped us over and returned the favor, tasting her, feeling her hips rock against my face until she shuddered. It wasn’t performative or rushed, just two friends who finally stopped pretending, and afterward we laughed and finished the cold pizza like nothing had changed.