On the porch

Nancy Bell and Selena pick the porch over the television. They slip on their sunglasses and step into the sun, stripping off their clothes for a dip. The pool is right there, but Nancy’s gaze lingers on Selena’s bare skin, and everything shifts. Fingers trace shoulders, lips meet, and the girls fall into each other instead. Blonde hair brushes against brunette as hands slide over slick, sun-warmed bodies. They kiss with slow hunger, tongues teasing, tasting sweat and chlorine. Nancy spreads her legs, letting Selena’s fingers slip inside her, slick and hot. Selena moans when Nancy returns the favor, pushing two fingers deep. They grind together on the wooden boards, thighs slick, hips rocking, until each girl comes hard, biting the other’s lip to keep from crying out. The pool waits, untouched.