"No names. No rules. Just firsts you never forget."
Jade had always been a rule-follower.
Honor student. Soft-spoken. Predictable.
But when she hit 27 and realized she'd never had a real orgasm that wasn't from her own hand, she booked a trip she never told her friends about.
The Island of Firsts.
An exclusive, invitation only resort whispered about in certain circles where you checked in under an alias, and checked your shame at the door. A place where every fantasy, no matter how wild or taboo, could be fulfilled.
When she arrived, they gave her a silk robe, a mask, and a single rule:
"Say yes when you mean it. Say no when you need to. Everything else is yours to explore."
She hadn't even unpacked her bag before her room phone rang.
"First-time guest?" the sultry voice on the line asked.
Jade's breath hitched. "Yes."
"Would you like to begin your first session?"
She hesitated only a second. "Yes."
Room 108 was dark and warm. Candles flickered. The scent of jasmine and musk hung in the air.
She wore only the robe and mask. Her pulse throbbed behind her ears.
A woman stepped into the room.
Tall. Athletic. Silky dark skin and braids that kissed her back. Her mask shimmered gold. Her voice, when she spoke, was velvet and command.
"My name's not important. Tonight, I'm your First."
Jade's breath caught.
"I'm here to help you explore. Your body. Your limits. Your pleasure." The woman stepped closer, brushing her fingers along Jade's collarbone. "You don't have to do anything. But if you say yes…"
"I will," Jade whispered.
"Then kneel."
Jade obeyed.
The woman untied her robe slowly, letting it fall open. "You're beautiful," she murmured. "Have you ever been touched by another woman?"
Jade shook her head. "Only in my dreams."
The woman smiled. "Good. Let me show you reality."
Her hands moved with purpose; never rushed. She cupped Jade's breasts, teased her nipples with just enough pressure to draw a gasp, then kissed her soft and lingering. Their tongues met, slow and deliberate, sending sparks down Jade's spine.
Jade moaned before she even realized she had.
They moved to the bed, silk sheets cool beneath her back as the woman spread her thighs, trailing kisses down her stomach. Her lips hovered over Jade's core, breath hot, fingers already slicking between folds.
"You're shaking," she whispered.
"I've never let anyone…" Jade couldn't finish.
The woman licked her, slow and deep. "Then I'll be the first."
Jade cried out arching off the bed, her body lit with sensation. She gripped the sheets as the woman's tongue circled her clit, then plunged inside, fingers curling expertly until Jade was a puddle of wet, breathless bliss.
"More," she gasped.
The woman chuckled. "I haven't even started."
They didn't stop for hours.
By the time the sky turned lavender and light peeked through the curtains, Jade had climaxed more times than she could count.
But it wasn't just the sex.
It was the freedom.
The safety.
The knowledge that for once, she didn't have to be quiet or good or careful.
She was just allowed to feel.
Later, as the woman helped her dress, she pressed a card into her hand.
Room 212 The Couple's Suite.
"For your next first," she whispered. "Two mouths. Four hands. And no need to choose."
Jade grinned for the first time in years.
"I'll be there."