Double Pleasure

Elsa still carried the buzz of that kiss. The heat. The wet slide of India’s tongue. The way she tasted. Her breath warm on Elsa’s mouth. Nothing about it felt small. L.A. had felt wide and cold before. Now she had someone to touch, to laugh with, someone who might want to stay. In the next room Brianna lay stretched across the sheets with India. They met like this once a week, hidden in plain sight. Their bodies spoke first, hands second. Brianna traced light lines up India’s calf. India talked about the girl next door, the one who looked lost when she smiled. Brianna’s mouth found hers before the thought finished. India slid her thigh between Brianna’s legs. Brianna rocked her cunt along it, slow and greedy, until her breath broke into small, sharp sounds. The moans carried through drywall. Elsa pressed her ear to the wall, heartbeat loud in her own ears. Charlotte entered without sound. Elsa only noticed when the bed dipped. Two green eyes met hers, amused. Charlotte whispered that the show had just begun. She dropped onto the mattress, asked Elsa to lie down beside her. They listened. Through the wall India moaned wet against Brianna’s cunt. Charlotte slipped a hand under her skirt, fingers moving like the pulse in her throat. Elsa matched her. Two pairs of fingertips working in time. Their minds drifted to the same place: India’s nipples under their tongues, the taste of what Brianna was giving.