Fist club

Candy and Jane took on the club’s fist test like it was a dare. The blonde and the redhead stretched themselves for hours, slick fingers sliding deeper every night until the fit felt tight, then tighter. The redhead held the blonde open, slow and steady, while the blonde returned the favor, learning the give of muscle and the way the body learns to open. Straight girls training for something that left nothing hidden, every push another inch, every gasp another lesson. By the time they were done, both knew exactly what it took to get inside.