Lazy hours

The girls had nothing planned. They lay on the couch flipping through glossy magazines, bored, until one of them laughed at a photo spread and said, "We could try that." Blonde hair fell over her shoulder as she pulled the brunette closer. Bras came off first. The camera lingered on full breasts, pale skin against darker nipples, the brunette cupping the blonde's weight in both hands before leaning in to taste. A slow kiss turned hungry. Hands slid lower. The blonde opened her legs and the brunette settled between them, tongue working in steady strokes that made the blonde's toes curl against the cushions. They traded places. The brunette spread out, thighs parted, blonde now tasting her. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. Fingers joined tongues. They moved together, changing angles, breathing harder. Later they pulled a guy into the middle of it. He took the blonde from behind while she kept her face buried between the brunette's thighs. The brunette moaned louder when the blonde's fingers worked inside her. They switched again. The brunette rode him, back arched, blonde beside her, kissing her mouth, sucking her nipples, sliding a hand down to rub her clit while she took every inch. They finished tangled, sweat on their skin, the magazines still open on the floor beside them.