Bedtime story

They were supposed to just talk in bed. One hand slips under the covers, then another. Fingers trace bare thighs, slow at first, then greedy. She parts her legs without a word, letting her girlfriend look. The sight makes both of them breathe harder. They lean in together, eyes locked on what’s between them, mouths parted. Fingers move again, this time touching. One strokes her girlfriend’s clit, gentle circles that turn slick and quick. The other moans low, hips rolling forward. She spreads wider. They take turns, one watching while the other plays, then switch. Their fingers slide through wetness, push deeper, pull back, push again. When one girl leans down to taste, the other guides her head with a soft sigh. Tongues replace fingers. They lick slow, then harder, until their legs shake and their breath comes in short, broken sounds. No story gets finished. Just this.