Welcoming My New Neighbor

Brandy knocked on the door wearing next to nothing. Peaches answered, and the heat outside had nothing on what passed between them. One drink led to two straws gliding between wet lips. Eyes locked. The slurping sounds turned explicit fast. Brandy leaned in first. Her tongue traced the rim of Peaches' glass before sliding lower, across bare collarbones and tighter skin. Peaches answered by hiking up her tiny skirt and spreading her legs right there on the couch. Blonde hair spilled across cushions while fingers slipped beneath thin cotton, finding slick heat. They took turns tasting each other, slow then greedy, mouths open, thighs trembling. When Brandy finally straddled Peaches' face, the only sounds left were the wet pull of tongues and the soft slap of skin against skin. Both girls finished flushed, sticky, and smiling like they’d been waiting for this all summer.