Doing the laundry

Gwen keeps getting in Linda's way in the narrow laundry room. Every time her friend tries to fold a towel, Gwen reaches past her for another. Their hips brush. Gwen's pale hair slips over Linda's shoulder. Fabric hits the floor. Neither of them picks it up. Linda grabs a warm sheet, still smelling of fabric softener, and Gwen slides her hands under it too. Their fingers meet. Then Gwen steps closer. Her breath is warm against Linda's neck, and Linda tilts her head without thinking. Gwen kisses the spot just below her ear, slow and open-mouthed. Linda's hand drops the sheet and finds Gwen's waist instead. They sink to the floor between the washer and the dryer. Gwen's shirt rides up; Linda's fingers follow the soft strip of skin above her jeans. A sock lands on Gwen's thigh. Neither cares. Gwen pulls Linda's top higher, freeing small, bare breasts. She lowers her head and takes one nipple between her lips, sucking gently at first, then harder when Linda's back arches. Linda's fingers thread through Gwen's hair, holding her there. Linda pushes Gwen onto the cool tile and straddles her. Their jeans grind together. Gwen reaches between them, pops the button on Linda's fly, slides her hand inside. Linda is already wet. Gwen rubs slow circles over her clit through thin cotton, then slips two fingers beneath the fabric. Linda rocks against her, small gasps leaving her mouth with every stroke. Gwen's own jeans come undone next. Linda leans down, kisses the blonde's stomach, then lower. She tugs denim and panties to Gwen's knees in one motion. Her tongue finds slick heat and stays there, licking in long, steady strokes while Gwen's thighs tighten around her head. Gwen's hips lift, seeking more, until she comes with a sharp, broken sound that echoes off the machines. They switch places without speaking. Gwen's hand works between Linda's legs again, fingers pushing deep while her thumb keeps pressure on her swollen clit. Linda grabs the edge of the dryer for balance, knuckles white, until her orgasm hits hard enough to shake her whole body. They stay on the floor a minute longer, breathing hard, laundry scattered around them like forgotten evidence.