Peeping Mom

Carter Cruise stands in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. Water clings to her skin. She sweeps her hair into place, paints her face with measured strokes. Naked, she’s striking—tight waist, long legs, that easy sway of a woman who knows how to stand. She steps into a blue two-piece bikini that lifts her breasts and cuts straight across her hips, the shade catching her eyes. In the mirror the color makes her irises burn brighter. A knock. She moves quickly, slinging a thin cover-up over her shoulders before she opens the door. A neighbor stands there, urgent. There’s talk of some woman—a mother—lurking, peeking in windows, running her hands over her own body while the neighborhood changes in the afternoon light. Carter smirks, shuts the door. She doesn’t have time for gossip that sounds like a bad dare. The yard calls. She drops her towel on the grass, stretches out, sunglasses shading her eyes. Every gust of wind makes her tense. The feeling won’t leave: someone watching. She gathers her things, heads inside, and stands under hot water until her shoulders loosen. When she steps out, steam trails her. A door she swears she closed sits an inch open. She pads across wet tile to close it. Alexis Fawx waits on the other side. The older woman’s grin flashes, then she lunges, palm clamping over Carter’s mouth. Recognition settles in. Carter’s pulse drops from panic to something darker. “Your boyfriend’s out,” Alexis murmurs, tracing wet skin with one finger. Carter swallows, nods, lets the woman guide her back to the bedroom. Alexis strips the towel away and crawls between the girl’s thighs like she’s been invited. Her tongue works slow circles, then faster, tasting the salt the shower left behind. Carter fists the sheets, hips lifting when she comes. Alexis drinks it down, lips shining. They shift without a word. Carter twists around, finds Alexis already wet, and buries her mouth against her cunt while the woman rides her tongue. Sweat beads on their stomachs. The sheets wrinkle, stick. Fingers slide in, mouths search, legs tangle. They fuck through the daylight, skin against older skin, neither of them done until the sun leans long across the floor.