Celebrate the Good Times

Dido and Jenny meet up looking like they have something to mark. Tight dresses hug their slim frames. Blonde hair spills over Dido’s shoulders while Jenny’s darker strands fall loose. The moment the door shuts, they stop pretending. Dido pushes Jenny against the wall and kisses her hard, tongues sliding deep. Jenny’s hand slips under Dido’s dress, finds smooth, bare skin, and squeezes. Fabric hits the floor. Two young bodies press together, skin to skin, heat to heat. Dido drops to her knees, spreads Jenny open, and runs her tongue slow and sure along the wet folds. Jenny grabs a fistful of blonde hair, hips rolling forward, moaning each time Dido’s mouth closes over her clit. They switch places, Jenny’s fingers working deep inside Dido while her tongue keeps busy on the same swollen nub. The blonde’s legs shake, but she stays upright, riding every stroke. Later they stretch out on the bed, scissoring tight, clits rubbing in a steady grind until both girls come hard, voices breaking, thighs slick with each other’s wetness. The celebration ends the way they wanted: spent, smiling, and already hungry for more.