My Mom's Friend: Part One

Megan Rain loathes India Summer. Her mother’s best friend pulls the two of them apart every chance she gets. A knock rattles the door. Megan opens it to find India, eyebrows raised, searching for her prize. “She’s not here,” Megan says. India steps inside anyway, climbs the stairs, claims the master bed, and spreads herself wide, fingers already slick between her legs. Megan trails upstairs and catches the sight: the older woman working herself in slow, steady strokes. Shock hits first, then heat. She edges closer, presses her mouth to soft thighs, then draws her tongue along India’s cunt. One finger pushes in, deep and sure, and India shudders under the steady pressure. Megan barely catches her breath before India twists her around, sucks the younger girl’s clit in one hungry pull, and slides another finger into tight, wet heat. Their legs tangle. Hips roll. Wet flesh slides against wet flesh until the sheets are soaked and both women are gasping through their release. Megan whispers that she’s always envied this affair and wanted India for herself. India cups her cheek, voice low: “Next time we’re alone, I’ll ruin you.”