Friends indeed

Susan brings Krissy home, two friends still dressed from work—soft blonde waves and a tumble of red curls, both of them in tiny matching lingerie sets that barely cling to their hips. The instant the door closes they fall together, mouths meeting hard, hands tugging lace away like it’s in the way. Krissy pushes Susan back onto the couch, parts her thighs with a knee, then drops her mouth lower, tongue flicking the soft pink folds while Susan’s head tips back and a low moan breaks free. Susan reaches down, fingers tangled in red hair, holding Krissy exactly where she wants her. They trade places, Susan on her knees now, sliding her tongue in slow, wet circles until Krissy’s hips lift off the cushions. Blonde hair brushes pale skin. Red curls fall over blushing cheeks. Each girl uses every trick the other already knows, and it shows—quick, greedy licks, two fingers sliding in together, breath coming shorter, tighter, until both of them come loud and shaking, bodies pressed close, the afternoon light catching on sweat-slicked shoulders and the last scraps of lace still hooked around one ankle.