I Kissed A Girl and I Liked It #08 - Scene 2

Kristen sulked through Valentine's week until the knock shook her apartment door. Janice stood there clutching a red envelope bigger than her smile, announcing she'd ended things that morning. They barely made it to the bedroom. Half-undressed on the duvet they ground hips in ragged rhythm, gasping like teenagers caught necking. Kristen slid two fingers inside Janice without teasing; Janice answered by sucking her clit with slick, greedy pulls. They muffled laughter in pillows every time a floorboard creaked downstairs, then dove straight back in—faster, wetter, louder than either planned. Janice came first, thighs clamping Kristen's wrist, but she kept working her fingers even while her stomach fluttered. Kristen followed seconds later, grinding her clit against Janice's slick palm until a second, deeper climax rolled through her. They traded quick kisses, flipping positions: Janice riding Kristen's mouth, Kristen trying—and failing—to keep quiet every time her tongue flicked over that swollen bud. Another shared climax, wet and shaking, left them biting each other's shoulders so the groans wouldn't carry into the hallway. Half naked and flushed, they collapsed in a tangle, breathless, grinning at the ceiling they weren't supposed to be under.