Imani was always the steady one—four years older, full of curves and calm, the kind of woman who didn’t have to raise her voice to be listened to. Thick thighs, warm eyes, soft cotton shirts clinging to heavy breasts that begged to be slept on. She moved like a slow storm. And Jasmine?

  Jasmine was the bloom.

  Slender. Sweet. Built like she could fold in half but still had tits like trouble—big, bouncy, high, and way too much for her frame. Her nipples poked through every tank top like they wanted attention, even when she didn’t know how to ask for it. And below the belt? Her cock twitched at every gnce Imani gave her. Throbbing hard beneath tight shorts, leaking before a kiss even nded.

  They met before memory. Childhood friends, running barefoot in summers that never seemed to end. But the way Jasmine looked at Imani started changing when she hit her teens. And the way Imani looked back? That had never not been patient.

  Through the years, through the first tears, through the whispered I think I’m a girl, Imani never left. Not when Jasmine changed her name. Not when she started hormones. Not when she cried because her tits came in too big and her cock wouldn’t calm down and her body felt like contradiction in cotton.

  Imani just held her.

  Taught her to breathe. Taught her what it felt like to be wanted—not in spite of everything, but because of it.

  Now Jasmine’s home for the summer.

  She’s twenty-two. Soft-spoken, overflowing. Her shirts cling in all the wrong ways and her shorts don’t fit right anymore. Her cock's too eager. Her heart’s worse.Imani? Twenty-six. Stable job. Hoodies stretched across tits like mountains. Hands built for holding hips and mouths that forget to let go.

  This isn’t where they start.

  It’s where they finally touch like they mean it.

  Where Jasmine humps Imani’s thigh like she’s starved and comes through her boxers without shame. Where Imani rides her slow, saying you don’t need to ask, baby—I want all of you.

  It’s not a story about discovering love.

  It’s about finally letting themselves have it.