Panty Raid

Adria heard the word panty raid and felt something shift in her stomach. Later that night she pulled on a black hoodie and slipped down the hallway, bare feet silent on the floor. She found Gia’s dresser, opened the top drawer, and picked up one thin pair after another. She stepped into the lace, felt it snap against her skin, changed them again. Each pair smelled faintly different—some fresh with powder, some ripe, some already damp at the center. Adria brought the damp cotton to her nose and breathed it in, rocking on the balls of her feet, coming untouched before the next breath. Footsteps. The lamp clicked on. Gia stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “What the fuck are you doing?” Adria froze, thong half down one thigh. The room was quiet except for the ticking clock. “I… I have a thing for you,” she blurted. The words hung between them. Gia’s shoulders loosened just a little. She reached under the hem of her t-shirt, hooked her thumbs, and slid her panties down—white cotton trimmed in black. Warm air rose from the cotton. Gia held the still-warm panel under Adria’s nose. Adria’s eyes locked on Gia’s bare cunt, smooth lips just starting to swell. “On your hands and knees,” Gia said. Adria obeyed. Gia peeled the stolen thong from Adria’s hips and slapped the soft flesh it had covered—once, twice, three times—then stuffed the warm lace into Adria’s open mouth. Tongue followed. Gia licked Adria’s puffy lips in long, slow stripes, tasting sweat and arousal. Two fingers slid inside, coaxing cream until it slicked her knuckles and Adria’s inner thighs. Gia swung a leg over, pressed her full bush against Adria’s slick cunt, and began to grind. The coarse hair dragged over Adria’s swollen clit with every stroke. Adria moaned into the gag of her own panties, hips tilting up, chasing the angle until her thighs started to shake and she came in short, sharp jerks. Still wet, Gia straddled Adria’s face, grabbed the headboard, and rode her tongue—rolling her hips so her slit painted spit and cunt-juice over Adria’s lips. When Gia came, her thighs clamped tight and her pussy throbbed against Adria’s mouth. Breathless, they switched again. Adria sat up, straddled Gia, and rubbed their cunts together until Gia arched, grabbed Adria’s ass, and let out a low, broken moan. The sheets were soaked beneath them. Adria lay back, chest rising fast, panties still warm between her teeth. Gia’s forgiveness hung in the air like smoke.