Soft Like Silk

These two look like they were poured from warm cream. Blonde hair falls over a shoulder and meets the brunette's darker waves, both strands brushing bare skin that gives under the lightest touch. They kiss like they mean to stay there all afternoon, lips parting, tongues slow and wet. Small hands cup each other's breasts, round and springy, nipples tightening between fingertips. When one girl bends to taste the other, her tongue moves in steady laps, and the soft sounds that follow make the room feel smaller. Fingers slide in, curl, slip out again, leaving everything slick. They work at each other with a quiet hunger, every breath and moan honest. They are already close, bodies tight, yet something in the way they glance sideways says they still have room for one more.