Girl games

Maya and I were sprawled across the bed, already laughing at nothing. We started another round of scissors, paper, stone. She lost the first two, but her grin never slipped. On the third round she beat me, then leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine, soft at first, then wetter, hungrier. My breath caught. She pulled back, eyes bright. "Again," she said. We played faster, hands smacking the sheets, until the loser had to slide down the other’s body and lick between her thighs. The room filled with quiet gasps and the wet sound of her tongue. I came first, clutching her hair, but the second round was mine to win. Maya arched under my mouth, fingers knotted in the blanket, thighs trembling around my face. She tasted sweet, hotter each time I circled her clit. We kept going until both of us were flushed and shaky, skin shiny from sweat and spit, the game long forgotten.