Girl Love

Jenna had shut herself off for months, moving through her days like someone half-asleep. Then Shyla showed up at her door with wine and that crooked smile. Hours later they were naked on the couch, mouths and fingers greedy. Shyla ran her tongue over Jenna’s nipples until they tightened, then slid lower and parted her with two fingers. Jenna tasted her first, pressing open-mouthed kisses between Shyla’s legs, licking slow circles around her clit until the other girl’s thighs began to shake. They switched places, trading wet heat, each sucking and lapping until the room filled with broken moans. When they came it hit hard—Jenna arching, Shyla crying out, both of them pulsing under the other’s tongue.