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Alice leaned in first, her breath warm against Polly's cheek as she whispered the question again, softer this time. "Have you really never kissed a girl?" Polly shook her head, cheeks already pink, eyes wide but curious. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside the open window, fairy lights strung across the ceiling casting a gentle glow over their faces. "Then let's find out," Alice said, voice low and teasing. She cupped Polly's face gently with both hands, thumbs brushing along her jawline. Their lips met tentatively at first, just a brush, testing, exploring. Polly's mouth was soft, hesitant, tasting faintly of the strawberry lip balm she'd reapplied earlier. Alice smiled into the kiss, pressing a little firmer, letting her lips part just enough to invite more. Polly sighed against her, the sound small and surprised, and that was all the encouragement Alice needed. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss slowly, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of Polly's lips. Polly opened for her almost immediately, a tiny whimper escaping as their tongues met. Alice was right%u2014girls really did feel different. Softer, silkier, no scratch of stubble, just warm wet velvet sliding together in lazy, sensual strokes. The kiss grew hungrier. Alice's hands slid from Polly's face down to her neck, then lower, fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone before settling on her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together on the couch. Polly's hands hovered uncertainly for a moment, then found Alice's hips, gripping lightly as if afraid to let go. Their tongues danced now, swirling, teasing, sucking gently. Alice nipped at Polly's bottom lip, drawing a gasp, then soothed it with another slow lick. Polly was breathing harder, chest rising and falling against Alice's. She could feel the heat building between them, a sweet ache starting low in her belly. Alice sensed it too. One hand slipped under the hem of Polly's thin tank top, fingertips grazing the soft skin of her stomach, then higher, brushing the underside of her breast through the lace of her bra. Polly shivered but didn't pull away%u2014instead she arched slightly into the touch. Alice broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, "See? Told you it feels different." Then she was kissing her again, deeper, wetter, while her hand finally cupped Polly's breast fully, thumb circling the hardening nipple through the fabric. Polly moaned into Alice's mouth, the sound muffled but needy, her own hands growing bolder, sliding up Alice's back under her shirt, feeling the smooth warmth of skin. Alice pushed gently until Polly was lying back against the cushions, following her down without breaking contact. She settled between Polly's thighs, their bodies aligning perfectly, hips rocking together in slow, instinctive rhythm. The kisses turned frantic now%u2014open-mouthed, sloppy, tongues fucking in and out in imitation of something much dirtier. Alice's hand slid lower, popping the button on Polly's jeans, fingers dipping just inside the waistband, teasing the edge of her panties. Polly broke away gasping, eyes glassy. "Alice..." "Shh," Alice whispered, kissing along her jaw, down her neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point until Polly whimpered again. "Just feel it. Let me make you feel good." Her fingers slipped further, brushing over the damp cotton between Polly's legs, pressing gently against her clit through the fabric. Polly's hips bucked up involuntarily, a soft "oh god" escaping her. She was soaked already, the thin material clinging to her swollen folds. Alice rubbed slow circles, watching Polly's face the whole time%u2014flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-closed in bliss. "Do you want me to stop?" Alice asked, even though she already knew the answer. Polly shook her head frantically, fingers tangling in Alice's hair. "Don't stop. Please..." Alice smiled wickedly and kissed her again, hard and claiming, while her fingers finally slipped beneath the panties, finding slick, hot skin. She circled Polly's clit with feather-light touches at first, then firmer, faster, matching the rhythm of their tongues. Polly was trembling now, thighs squeezing around Alice's hand, little desperate sounds spilling into every kiss. It didn't take long. Polly came with a sharp cry muffled against Alice's mouth, body arching off the couch, pussy clenching around nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Alice kept stroking her through it, gentle now, drawing out every aftershock until Polly was boneless and panting. When Polly finally opened her eyes, Alice was looking down at her with a soft, satisfied smile, lips swollen from all the kissing. "So," Alice murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Polly's forehead. "Was I right about girls?" Polly laughed breathlessly, pulling Alice down for another slow, lazy kiss. "You were right about everything." And then she flipped them over in one smooth motion, straddling Alice's hips, eyes dark with newfound confidence. "Your turn to find out how good it feels."