In the bathroom

Two girls slipped into the bathroom like it was their secret. One blonde. One redhead. Both young, both bare under the lights. The door clicked. The world outside vanished. They faced each other, breathing shallow, eyes already hungry. The blonde’s fingers traced the redhead’s collarbone, slid lower, found the soft swell of her breasts. Her touch was slow, confident, making the redhead’s nipples tighten fast. She leaned in, mouth hot, tongue flicking each nipple before sucking hard enough to pull a moan from her friend’s throat. The redhead’s hands answered, sliding between the blonde’s thighs. Two fingers parted smooth, wet lips and pushed inside, moving in a steady rhythm that made the blonde’s hips rock. Steam rose from the shower. Their skin glistened. Every kiss grew wetter, every touch deeper. They switched places against the sink, one lifting a leg onto the counter so the other could lick where fingers had just been, tongue circling the swollen clit before dipping inside. Moans echoed off the tiles. Hands gripped hair, pulled closer. They kept at it until their legs shook and their breath broke, bodies pressed tight in the small, wet room.