Crush on her

Natalia stands at the kitchen counter with the crusher still in her hand when Tanita blurts it out. A crush. More than friends. Natalia sets the tool aside and steps close. She tilts her head and tastes the confession right off Tanita’s lips. Tanita’s fingers slide under Natalia’s top, skin meeting skin in a slow line up her spine. Natalia answers by tugging Tanita’s shirt over her head, blonde hair tumbling free, then presses her against the fridge. Their mouths work deeper. Natalia’s thigh slides between Tanita’s, grinding just enough to pull a small sound from her throat. Tanita’s hands are busy too, unclasping Natalia’s bra, cupping the warm weight of her breasts, thumbs circling tight nipples. They sink lower, breath mixing, until both are bare on the kitchen floor. Natalia’s tongue traces the inside of Tanita’s thigh, then higher, parting her open and licking with steady pressure. Tanita answers with her own mouth, blonde head buried between Natalia’s legs, fingers buried deeper. They keep each other there, hips rocking, until the tension breaks and their voices tangle in the same sharp cry.