After eight

Esmerelda and Misty share a day that stretches until the light softens, and only then does Misty find her voice. She asks about women. Esmerelda smiles, unhurried, and moves closer until their knees touch. Lace shifts against skin as Esmerelda peels Misty’s dress away, revealing white lingerie that barely covers her. Esmerelda traces the edge of the fabric with one fingertip, then slips her tongue across the same line. Misty catches her breath; Esmerelda keeps going. The blonde guides her onto the sheets and shows her exactly how a woman tastes, how fingers curl just so, how two bodies fit without hurry. Misty answers with trembling thighs and open lips, learning each slow stroke, until the room is filled with soft, wet sounds and the faint scent of perfume and skin.