My Dirty Friend

Lola was already pissed that her best friend went clubbing without her. Bree didn't care. Twenty-five made her fair game, even if Cassie was still twenty. She said it with a smile while Lola complained. Cassie finally escaped to the shower. Lola sat fuming on the couch until a moan cut through the bathroom door. Bree had joined her. Soap lathered on bare skin, hands sliding over Cassie's breasts, then lower. Water ran between Cassie's legs as Bree knelt and buried her tongue in wet folds. Cassie gripped the tile, hips pushing forward, breath stuttering. Bree fingered her open under the spray. Two knuckles deep, then three, thumb circling Cassie's clit until her knees gave. She came hard, shaking, half-laughing. Bree licked her clean and stepped out dripping. Lola still waited on the couch, blind to every secret traded in steam.