Catcalling

Two girls shut down some losers shouting from a car. They press their lips together, middle fingers up, until the guys peel off. The heat still sparks when they hit the bed. Elsa moves first. Her hands find Carter's breasts and she pops the button on her jeans like she owns the moment. Carter freezes, breathless, until the ache wins. Clothes slide away. Skin meets skin. Elsa's tongue circles peaked nipples while Carter's fingers slip inside her shorts, feeling her grind. Shorts drop. Elsa settles between her legs, licks deep, and watches Carter come apart. Bodies slide together, slick and searching. They taste each other in a tight 69, mouths greedy, fingers quick, until the room fills with the sound of them losing control.