Cold water - hot kisses

The pool water bit like ice. Anetta didn’t care. She floated close, heat rolling off her skin. Blonde hair slicked back, dark strands of the other girl clinging wet to her shoulders. Their mouths met, soft at first, then urgent. Anetta’s tongue slipped in, warm and sweet. Hands found bare thighs under the surface. Fingers traced, teased. A sharp breath. A soft laugh. Tongues sliding again, deeper. Two girls trading kisses that tasted like sun and chlorine. The cold nipped at their legs, but between them it stayed hot. Every touch promised more. Every sigh promised it now.