A Bit of Summer

Heather and Stevie lie stretched across the sunlit tiles, skin warming under the winter sky they’ve conjured. Heather’s tongue circles one stiff nipple, then slips lower, tasting every inch Stevie offers. Stevie’s fingers slide between Heather’s thighs, part her folds, and push inside. Their rhythm builds, slow and certain, until the tension snaps and the girl on the bottom cries out. Wetness glistens on bare thighs, proof of the heat they’ve made. The air feels heavier now, thick with the scent of two women who turned a poolside afternoon into summer.