Taste My Water

Two girls meet where the ground ends and the river begins, shoes tossed aside, skin warm from the last of the sun. One kisses the other’s throat and slides her palm under the thin top, finding the bare nipple already tight. The second girl answers with a quiet sound and reaches between them, fingers parting the waistband to trace the slick heat underneath. They peel each other’s clothes off without hurry or embarrassment, then sink together into the soft grass. Mouths meet again, wet and eager, while hands fill with the softness they find. Soon a tongue replaces the hand, slow and thorough, and the first girl answers with a gasp that carries across the water. Their mouths find pussies in turn, licking deeper until thighs tremble and the air fills with the small wet sounds of pleasure. They don’t speak. They just keep tasting until each one comes hard against the other’s mouth, light catching on damp skin and flushed faces.