Xmas Helper

Christmas lights blink along the floor while Teena crouches over a half-wrapped box, trying to remember where she left the tape. Helen steps in with slow, deliberate steps and stops behind her. Teena glances up, catches Helen’s smile, and feels her own pulse pick up. She sets the box aside and rises to meet the other girl. Helen’s hands slide under the hem of Teena’s T-shirt, fingers tracing the warm skin at her waist. Teena pulls Helen closer until their mouths meet—soft at first, then deeper. Helen’s palm curves over Teena’s ass, squeezing, pulling her hips forward so their bodies press tight. They move without hurry, shedding shirts and jeans, mouths never far apart. Helen drops to her knees, lips brushing the inside of Teena’s thigh, tongue flicking higher until Teena’s breath catches and her fingers knot in Helen’s hair. The brunette’s tongue moves with steady, teasing strokes; each flick draws a soft moan from the blonde above her. Teena’s knees soften. She pulls Helen up, spins them both, and presses Helen onto the couch. Their hands explore every exposed inch—small breasts, tight nipples, the swell of hip and ass. Helen parts her legs and Teena settles between them, licking and sucking until Helen’s back arches and a sharp gasp escapes. Then they switch, Helen tasting Teena in turn, fingers sliding in and out while her tongue circles the swollen clit. When they finally lock together, thighs scissored, every slow grind sends wet, sticky sounds through the room. Their pace builds—quicker, harder—until both girls shake, muscles tight, voices breaking on each other’s names.