Dancing Too Far

Kristen stands outside among the citrus trees, plucking fat oranges for fresh juice, when she spots Lana inside dancing barefoot across the sunlit floor. Something raw and inviting in the way Lana moves pulls her in. She bolts through the door and the pair collide in a rush of laughter. Lana asks if she was caught putting on a show. Kristen admits she was watching and itching to join. They dance fast and loose for a few heartbeats, chests rising, catching ragged breath. Eyes lock. A grin. A pause that crackles. Then mouths crash together, months of held-back wanting finally spilling out. Lana pulls back, whispering she fears ruining what they have. Kristen answers they can only make it richer. Before the last word lands, Lana claims her mouth again, dragging her onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Kristen mouths her throat, shoves her tee higher, and the soft swell of a breast slips free. Tongue circles the stiff nipple. Lana gasps, back arching. Then the favor is returned: Lana peels Kristen’s shirt away and sucks on each tightening peak until both girls strip the last of their clothes, wet heat guiding every hungry press of skin.