WARNING: LESBIANISM INCOMING

Been meaning to write this for AGES but have only just gotten into writing erotica. Also this my first yuri ever so please be kind T^T

PS. In case it wasn't obvious, this is what Jazz and Trinity were doing while Danny, Sam and Tucker were downstairs playing video games (chapter 9)

Soulie x


Trinity pulled back for a moment to look at Jazz. She was blushing red and appeared nervous. She touched the girl's hot cheek with her bandaged hand.

Let go… let go before you do something rash…

"Jazz…" She breathed heavily.

She doesn't want you… let go!

Jazz placed her hand over Trinity's and smiled sheepishly. She was not afraid to admit that the brief kiss they shared earlier had awakened something inside her. Something she didn't even know was there. It had frightened her to begin with. She never expected to feel quite so… unusual. It was a good kind of unusual – like a slice of cake that turned out to taste better than first thought – but it was nonetheless unusual.

Trinity was experienced at these things, whereas she wasn't. Perhaps she could help her understand these strange new feelings. Perhaps Danny's idea that she should share her room with Trinity would prove to be one of the best ideas he ever had, whether he knew it or not. Jazz knew there was only one way to figure out all the conflicting thoughts in her mind. Silence took over again.

Trinity looked at Jazz, and Jazz looked back at Trinity.

"It's okay…" She assured as she bit her lip…

Trinity nodded in response and leaned in to place an innocent kiss on Jazz's lips. The familiar taste of mint impressed itself on her, as the dark-haired woman tilted her head and began to kiss more ferociously. Jazz almost couldn't believe this was happening, but the lingering sensation of their mouths rubbing together – and the excited tingle that followed – told her that it was. Trinity slowly broke away just long enough to pull her shirt off, causing Jazz to blush bright red at the sight of Trinity's amble, bra-covered chest. Of course, she had seen breasts before – she had her own and she had to use communal changing facilities at school – but there was a big difference between seeing them in the locker room and seeing them in the privacy of her bedroom.

"You can touch them," Trinity breathed, taking Jazz's hand, and pressing it against her right breast. "don't be shy."

Jazz held her hand against the sumptuous satin and lace that contained the soft, malleable lump of flesh and felt a strange sensation in her hips. Trinity's bosoms were bigger than hers, and there was a strange excitement in stroking something that was too big for one hand to hold. Jazz appeared to be getting into it now, even as she noticed a distinctive heat come upon Trinity's face. Trinity thoroughly enjoyed being touched by Jazz's smooth hands, to the point that she wanted more of her affections. She reached behind her back and unhooked the cumbersome undergarment, removing it so that Jazz could see the fullness of her breasts. Jazz could feel her face burning, as the breast she was rubbing was suddenly free and unencumbered. She froze as her thumb brushed against the pierced nipple, and Trinity reacted.

"I hope I'm not going too fast." Trinity stated.

"N-no, it's fine!" Jazz squeaked.

"Are you happy for me to take the lead?" She offered.

"Y-yes, please," Jazz stammered. "I'm pretty inexperienced."

Jazz removed her own shirt, still blushing furiously. Her aqua eyes shimmered at the British girl, silently asking her to make a move. Trinity pressed her chest to Jazz's and unhooked her bra so that their fleshy fronts could squish against each other freely. She also stood up to undo the buttons on her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Jazz gasped in shock, as a barely-there G-string clung to Trinity's curvaceous hips. Trinity sat on the bed again and left a trail of gentle kisses down Jazz's neck, then her collarbone, before settling on the perfect pink nipple of her left bosom. Jazz couldn't stop a moan of enjoyment from slipping out as Trinity licked the round nub with her tongue and massaged the other breast with her hand.

"How delicious…" Trinity purred.

While Trinity savoured the taste of Jazz's supple body, Jazz felt the pressure building in her core. It was getting to the point where her hips were twitching in anticipation, and her nethers wanted to be touched. She bit her lip; more subtle groaning left her mouth. And suddenly, there was the sensation of moisture. Jazz grabbed Trinity's wrist and placed it over her fully clothed crotch. Trinity looked at her, wondering if this was her being given permission to delve further. Jazz nodded sheepishly and slipped out of her teal pants, exposing her underwear. Trinity briefly stroked downwards, and Jazz moaned again.

"You're wet," Trinity growled. "can I touch inside?"

"Yes…" Jazz replied almost pleadingly.

Trinity slowly pulled the pink briefs off and paused to admire the mound of fluffy auburn hair. Jazz felt embarrassed; if she had known Trinity was going to do her, she would've shaved.

"So, looks like the carpet matches the curtains," Trinity teased, stroking the soft coat with her fingertips. "nice to know that you're a natural redhead."

Sensing Jazz's bashfulness regarding her body hair, Trinity proceeded to press her middle finger between the moist lips, which led to more pleasurable sounds from Jazz. She gently stimulated the immediate area beyond the entrance of Jazz's private place, rubbing in circles before probing further with a second finger. When both digits crossed through the tight boundary within, Jazz squealed, and when those digits slipped out and back in again, her squealing got louder. Trinity continued this motion, watching Jazz's face as she mewed in delight, and soon felt a stirring in her own loins.

"Can I lick you?" Trinity asked.

"You really don't need to ask," Jazz giggled. "you're down there already."

"Consent is important," Trinity noted. "don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Jazz smiled sweetly at Trinity and bashfully spread her legs a little wider. Trinity grinned before diving into the glistening lips tongue first. Jazz's eyes almost rolled back into her head as the Brit plunged into the wet area and began probing deep inside. With both her fingers and her tongue lavishing attention on the virginal downstairs, Jazz was thrown into a sea of carnal bliss. She tried not to groan too loudly, knowing that they weren't alone in the house, but it was difficult, especially when she noticed that Trinity was moaning alongside her. For some reason, the lyrical sounds coming from Trinity were intensifying her own excitement. Perhaps it was the British girl's hot breath grazing her sensitive skin, perhaps it was the fact that her moans were being muffled by Jazz's shimmering slit. When she eventually looked at the woman giving her such erotic feelings, she realised that Trinity was using her free hand to touch herself.

"Hey," Jazz panted. "how about I give you some attention?"

"It's okay," Trinity gasped back. "you're new to this, and I want to keep the focus on you."

Before Jazz could protest, Trinity pushed her fingers further into Jazz's pleasure zone, feeling around in such a way that it seemed she was trying to find something. Jazz's hips twitched as Trinity's wandering digits caressed her internally; she could feel more moisture pooling, dripping over the delicate fingertips inside her. Suddenly, Trinity found a spongey area and grinned wickedly. She pressed down on it and Jazz let out a deep, lascivious moan.

"Here's somethin' they won't teach you in sex ed, or biology for that matter," Trinity smirked, savouring the squeals of the red-headed goddess. "the g-spot does exist, but it's never in the exact same place in every woman, so you gotta go lookin' for it... Guess what I just found?"

"Mm-!" Jazz bit her lip to prevent a cacophony of lusty sounds from escaping.

"Fuck, you're so sexy…" Trinity growled.

She lay on the bed next to Jazz and continued her attentive fondling, stealing a hot French kiss from the young woman as she continued to play with herself at the same time. Jazz kissed back with great enthusiasm; her gleeful moans muffled by their tongues wrestling like pheromone-addled pythons. As she began to lose herself to the pleasure, Jazz grabbed one of Trinity's breasts and massaged it vigorously; Trinity responded with wistful moans, especially when she pinched the pierced nipple. Trinity broke their kiss to wail with delight, panting desperately as one of her weak spots was being stimulated.

"I wish I brought a toy with me," Trinity gasped. "I'd love to hear you say my name while I fuck you with it."

"You can still do that if you want," Jazz breathlessly suggested. "if you let me explore your body first."

"You have a toy?" Trinity asked in a semi-shocked tone.

"Well, no, but tribbing is a thing, right?" Jazz replied, her face burning fierce crimson.

"Oh ho, and what have we been watching on the internet lately?" Trinity teased her.

"Please," Jazz implored. "I know I'm a first-timer but, you can talk me through it."

Trinity's face became overtaken by a wide, delicious smirk. She removed her fingers from Jazz's body and slowly, coyly spread them apart – a pink, milky, viscous strand of liquid dangled between them – which Trinity took great pleasure in tasting.

"Sweetness and a distinct hint of copper," Trinity murmured. "I hope you don't mind that I took your virginity."

"You're welcome to it," Jazz purred. "so, are you gonna let me give you some affection?"

Jazz put her mouth over Trinity's nipple, sucking on it softly and enjoying the heavy panting that the dark-haired woman made in response.

"Okay, okay!" Trinity giggled as Jazz let go of the pierced nub. "let me just get myself sorted."

Trinity shuffled into a more comfortable position, then spread her legs and held her lower lips open for Jazz to see. Again, the redhead's face burned with sheepishness. She had never seen another girl's parts before – though, to be fair, she had barely looked at her own. That Trinity was able to so unabashedly share the most private area of her body to a relative stranger, spoke to her worldly experience. Jazz marvelled at how wet Trinity was; she was sparkling with the clear fluid of arousal. After a moment of hesitation, Jazz began to deftly stroke the squishy pink flesh, and with all the enthusiasm of tackling a new academic subject, she poked two of her fingers into Trinity's waiting entrance. Trinity moaned as the slender digits slid inside with ease and effectively stimulated a sensitive point within.

"Are you sure you haven't done this to anyone before?" Trinity purred.

"I haven't even done it to myself…" Jazz blushed even more, recalling her brief attempts at self-experimentation. "um… can I… taste you?"

Trinity nodded and opened her legs further. Jazz paused to admire a single sparkling thread of Trinity's juices as it stretched from one lip to the other, before slowly leaning in the caress the hot, wet area with her tongue.

"Fuck," Trinity swore, biting her lip. "going straight for the prize, huh?"

"You mean this?" Jazz smirked as she pressed the round nub between the lips.

Trinity squeaked and threw her head back, while Jazz continued fondling the little gem with the tip of her glossal muscle.

Before this sensuous adventure, it had never crossed Jazz's mind what the vaginal interior might taste like, but an aftertaste of mint was not what she would've guessed. It made sense though; Trinity was a smoker, and owing to her affectionate nature, she'd want to avoid having bad breath. But it left her wondering, how many breath mints was Trinity eating that her body would taste of it? Jazz drifted into her thoughts for a moment, as she recalled the enflaming kiss that led to this sexual encounter. Sweet mint – like a candy cane – was all she could remember tasting after the initial smooch, then earlier, when the second kiss became more intense, more candy cane flavour transferred from Trinity's tongue to hers.

"Can you… teach me to find the uh… you know?" Jazz requested politely.

"Well first, you need to turn your hand, so the palm is facin' upwards." Trinity explained.

Jazz spun her hand while her fingers were still inside Trinity, and the feeling of her gentle skin brushing against the dripping walls in a twisting fashion was positively amazing.

"Okay," Trinity exhaled. "now go deeper until you come to a curve."

Trinity was swimming in excitement as Jazz followed her instructions, she couldn't stop her hips from flinching as the younger girl curiously stroked every inch of her interior. Jazz could feel her own juices flowing while she was exploring Trinity's sexual core, encouraged by the mewling sounds she let out. With her fingers deftly probing for anything unusual, Jazz soon found a soft, spongey substance and firmly pressed it. Trinity – unable to control her reaction – squirted a little. Jazz flinched. She had seen that kind of thing on the internet, but never expected to see it in real life.

"Sorry, I should've warned you," Trinity apologised. "stimulating the g-spot can sometimes result in a bit of splashback!"

Jazz grinned and rubbed the squishy button over and over again, enjoying Trinity's desperate, frenzied gasping. This was not how she pictured tonight going. She thought she'd have her head in her books for half the night and be writing up her assignment for the other half; instead, she was finger-fucking a British girl three years older than her and feeling the burning heat of desire consume her whole body. Jazz leaned over, her hands still toying with Trinity's g-spot, and boldly pressed her breasts onto Trinity's. The cold metal piercing felt wonderful on her own unpierced nipples, and she could not contain her excited groaning anymore. As soon as the sounds left her mouth, Trinity sat up and grabbed Jazz's shoulders.

"Let's do this, babe," Trinity snarled, her eyes alight with sexual tension. "let's fuck."

Trinity dominantly forced Jazz onto her back and dangled her breasts over Jazz's shocked face.

"If you wanna back out, now's the time to do it," Trinity declared. "because I'm this close to not being able to stop myself."

"Don't stop," Jazz suddenly smirked. "I want to have sex with you."

Jazz spread her legs wide, and Trinity growled in anticipation. Trinity turned Jazz onto her side and hooked her left leg over Jazz's right. Their hot, wet lower lips were now touching each other, their juices mingling in such a way that Jazz shivered. Trinity held Jazz's leg in her hands and rolled her hips forward, grinding against the nubile young woman. Their precious gems were pressing together, and the resulting ecstasy caused them both to pant and writhe. Lips locked, hips moving against one another, fluids dripping; Jazz had to cover her mouth with her hands to prevent her squeals of enjoyment arousing suspicion from the three teens downstairs.

"It's exciting… isn't it?" Trinity breathed. "Having secret sex when there are other people in the house."

"Having sex with you is exciting…" Jazz gasped, gripping the bed covers.

As she felt her mind going blank from the sheer intensity, Jazz gazed at Trinity with pleading eyes. She wanted it harder, rougher, and Trinity appeared to recognise the look she was making. The black-haired vixen obliged this silent request, biting on Jazz's leg as she moved her hips faster and rubbed more fiercely. Jazz could feel an oncoming tipping point, something Trinity detected by how her hushed groans became more high-pitched and frantic.

"Say my name," Trinity murmured. "say my name while I fuck you."

"Oh Trinity, you're fucking gorgeous," Jazz swore. "make me cum, Trinity, make me yours!"

Provoked by the erotic way Jazz moaned, Trinity clung to Jazz's leg as she pushed both of them over the edge of pleasure and into the ocean of delicious afterglow. Trinity squirted again to the melodious cries of the beautiful young woman, as they experienced a mutual orgasm the likes of which neither of them had ever known. Jazz's legs shook uncontrollably, as wave after wave of carnality consumed her. Trinity released Jazz from the indulgent leg-lock and flopped beside her on the bed.

They both lay there for a few moments, just getting their breath back, when Jazz began to blush and put her hands on her face.

"Oh my god, I'm not a virgin anymore…" She stammered.

"I hope that's a good thing." Trinity chuckled.

"Of course!" Jazz rolled onto her stomach and put her head on Trinity's warm, soft breasts. "It's not how I pictured it going but… wow…"

"I can't tell you how much I wanted to have sex with you," Trinity blushed. "like, as soon as you walked in the door, I was desperate to give you one."

"I'm flattered," Jazz smiled. "I hope I was okay… you know, what with me being so inexperienced."

"You were sumptuous," Trinity smirked, kissing her on the lips. "I've been with virgins before, but you're the first one to really make the most of it."

"Thanks…" Jazz said shyly.

"Dammit I need a smoke now." Trinity sighed.

"That's good though right?" Jazz hinted. "It means you had a great time."

"It was bloody amazing." Trinity sat up and began to retrieve her clothes, slipping back into them so she could go downstairs.

"How long have you had that tattoo?" Jazz wondered.

"Which one?" Trinity countered.

"Your intimate one…"

"'Bout a year," Trinity replied, buttoning up her skirt. "I dunno how much of it you saw, but it's graffiti style writing that says 'strength'."

Suddenly they both heard the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs, followed by a door slamming.

"Hope they're okay down there," Trinity said as she put her shirt back on. "that sounded a bit like Sammy."

"You were gonna go down for a smoke, right?" Jazz confirmed. "We can check on them while we're there."

"You'll have to get dressed first!" Trinity laughed.

Jazz stood up and started putting her own clothes back on. Trinity whistled as Jazz bent over to get her pants on.

"Phwoar, that's a sexy arse." Trinity leered.

Jazz blushed and giggled light-heartedly. If anyone else had said that to her, she might not have reacted well, but Trinity had just given her one hell of an orgasm. She leaned over and kissed Trinity on the cheek and the pair of them giggled like middle schoolers. Then there were more, but much less stressed footsteps. Jazz hushed Trinity in between giggles as the Brit peppered her with kisses.

"Sam? You okay?"

"That's Danny," Jazz declared. "I wonder if they had a fight or something."

"You finish getting dressed, I'll keep an ear out for what's going on." Trinity pressed her ear to the door and heard Danny say something about Sam not meaning what she said.

Jazz threw on a sports bra and her black top, which had been tossed aside in the shuffle.

"What's happening?" Jazz whispered.

"I think they're having a snog," Trinity snickered childishly. "come on, let's break it up."

After double checking that they were both decent, Trinity opened the door to find Danny and Sam wrapped in each other's arms.

"Well, well," Trinity began. "what have we here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Sam responded as she stood up and dusted herself off.

"I just needed a ciggy break is all," She replied, turning to Jazz. "wanna keep me company at the back door?"

"Sure…" Jazz smiled.

Trinity took Jazz's hand and led her downstairs, the two of them giggling once more.