Surprises come in twos

Sonechka and Daysie slipped inside Cindy’s flat on a hunch. Cindy sat with a book on her lap, cheeks already warm. Their first touch made her hesitate, but the hesitation melted fast. She confessed she had always wanted this—wanted another girl, another mouth, another set of hands. Once the words left her, her friends pressed closer, lips finding hers, fingers tracing the inside of her thighs. They tickled and teased until her laughter broke into softer, needier sounds. Cindy’s dark hair spilled across the cushions while Daysie peeled off her top and Sonechka coaxed her legs apart. Soon Cindy stopped thinking about what she “should” do. She let them guide her, open her, taste her, until the night became one long, breathless surprise.