Friendly chat

Krystal opens the door and pulls Ariel inside. They haven't seen each other in months. The two girls talk fast at first, voices overlapping, then they stop pretending the air between them is innocent. Blonde hair brushes black strands when Krystal leans in to kiss. Soft lips part. Tongues meet. Hands wander under thin shirts, over warm skin. They stumble toward the couch, clothes dropping in small piles. Krystal's fingers slide down Ariel's stomach, slip between her thighs. She finds the heat already slick. Ariel moans into Krystal's mouth and returns the favor, pressing two fingers into her friend. They move together, hips rocking, breath catching. No words now, only the wet sound of fingers working and the quiet gasps that follow every stroke. Blonde and black heads press close. The "friendly chat" turns into something hotter, wetter, and far more satisfying.