Get a running start

You clear your throat, feeling a rush of boldness. "What if we did a practice run tonight? Just us girls?" Your voice comes out steadier than expected. "To get comfortable before Alex joins. Sort of like... rehearsal."

Jen's eyes widen, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Tonight? Right now?"

"Why not?" you say, surprised by your own confidence. "We're both here, we're both interested. And honestly, I'd feel better trying things with just you first."

Jen tucks her hair behind her ear, a gesture you've seen countless times but now reads as distinctly sensual. "I've never been with a woman before," she admits softly.

"Neither have I," you confess. "But I've thought about it."

"You have?" Jen's voice drops to a whisper.

"Yes." You move closer to her on the bed. "Have you?"

Instead of answering, Jen leans forward and presses her lips against yours. The kiss is tentative at first, exploratory, her lips softer than Alex's. You find yourself responding eagerly, reaching up to cup her face.

"Wait," Jen pulls back, breathless. "If we're doing this for real, we should film it, right?"

"Right." You glance around the room. "My phone has a decent camera."

Jen laughs, getting up to rummage through her backpack. "Amateur hour is over, Maya." She produces a small but professional-looking camera. "Photography major, remember? I've got equipment."

She sets up the camera on your dresser, angling it toward the bed. The red recording light blinks on, transforming your familiar bedroom into something exciting and forbidden.

"So," Jen says, returning to the bed. "Where were we?"

This time when she kisses you, there's nothing tentative about it. Her tongue slides against yours as her hands begin exploring, tracing the curve of your waist. You respond in kind, marveling at the softness of her skin as you slip your hands beneath her shirt.

"I've wanted to do this since we became roommates," Jen confesses against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Really?" you gasp as her fingers find the clasp of your bra.

"Really," she confirms, expertly unhooking it. "You have no idea how many nights I've lain in my room thinking about this."

Your clothes form a tangled heap on the floor as you discover each other's bodies with increasing urgency. Jen's techniques are different from Alex's—more deliberate, more knowing. When her mouth closes around your nipple, you arch off the bed with a cry of pleasure.

"Let me show you something," she whispers, kissing her way down your stomach. "Something I think you'll enjoy."

As her tongue finds its target between your thighs, you forget about the camera, about Alex, about saving your job. All that exists is sensation wave after wave of it building toward something spectacular.