You had been dating Sun Strider for six months now, but the heartbreak from your ex-boyfriend still lingered like an ache you couldn’t shake off. The scars were still fresh, and sometimes, in moments like these, the weight of the past would press down on your chest.

Tonight, however, was supposed to be different. you and sun strider were cuddled up on Sun Strider's bed, watching a romance movie, the kind that made you feel vulnerable and safe at the same time. you sat between Sun Strider’s legs, your back pressed against her chest, a comforting closeness you'd grown to crave.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 As you reached for your Gatorade, Sun Strider decided to test the waters. Her hands, once gently rubbing your hips in small circles, slowly shifted. They glided beneath your shirt, tracing the curves of your stomach, her fingertips grazing the soft skin. The touch was delicate, but purposeful. It felt like being kissed by butterflies—light, fluttering, and unfamiliar. Was this... a woman’s touch? why did it never feel that good with her ex?

Before you could say anything sun strider cut you off- She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear, before whispering, "Relax, sweetheart. I just want to explore your body a little."