Playthings

Roxanne and Sally are done with the playground. The swings and slides bore them now. They turn to each other, skin warm under their thin clothes. The blonde girl brushes dark hair from Sally’s face, then leans in and kisses her. Sally answers with a soft bite on the lower lip. Hands slide under fabric, cupping heavy breasts that fill their palms. Roxanne peels away the rest of Sally’s clothes, leaving her bare except for the black strands that fall across her shoulders. She drops to her knees. Sally parts her thighs, guiding Roxanne’s mouth between them. The blonde licks slowly at first, then faster, tongue flicking the small hidden spot that makes Sally’s hips lift and fall. Sally’s fingers twist in golden hair, pulling harder each time the tongue presses deeper. Her breath turns ragged. Roxanne slides two fingers inside, working them in time with the wet strokes of her mouth. Sally’s thighs tighten around the blonde’s cheeks. A sharp cry escapes her, then another, until the room fills with the sound of her coming. Roxanne stays close, licking softly through every pulse, tasting the girl who wanted more than playground toys.