Most Likely To...

Coco Lovelock and Ava Sinclaire burst into the bedroom right after school, yearbooks clutched tight. They’ve waited for this moment all damn day. Pages flip fast until the mood drops. Someone tagged Coco “Most Likely To Die A Virgin” and Ava “Most Immature.” Coco’s cheeks burn; she’s still untouched and hates the reminder. Ava shoots her a sly grin and says she should switch teams, because pussy’s way easier to line up than dick. Coco stays straight, yet the idea lands—she wants to lose it tonight. “Fine, I’ll fuck you,” she blurts. Ava laughs, shocked, but Coco keeps talking: one fuck fixes both problems. Coco stops being a virgin, Ava proves she’s grown. Ava bites her lip, shrugs, and agrees. Clothes come off quick. Their kisses start soft and giggly, then get wetter, hungrier. Ava’s fingers slide between Coco’s legs, teasing open her slick folds while her blonde friend arches and moans. Two pairs of tits brush—Coco’s small naturals rubbing Ava’s bigger, soft ones—as they grind on the bed. Fingers slip in deeper, knuckles wet, hips pumping. Every stroke knocks the yearbook stigma right out of their heads. By the time they’re both gasping and coming, the votes don’t mean shit.