Inappropriate Assist

Jenna and Maddy are stretching in the living room when Jenna asks for a spot on the floor. Maddy reaches for Jenna's waist but grabs her pussy by mistake. Jenna drops and lands hard on her back. Maddy's hands fly to Jenna's shoulders, rubbing while she stammers apologies. Jenna tells her the pain is lower. The hands slide down, tentative, then firmer. When fingers reach the top of Jenna's ass and dip between her legs, she lets out a low sound that isn't pain. Maddy pauses, breathing shallow. Jenna turns, eyes dark, and takes Maddy's wrist, guiding her under the leggings straight onto warm skin. Fingers sink in, slow at first, then steady, circling where it hurts and where it feels best. They kiss, sloppy and urgent. Clothes hit the floor. Mouths trade places—tongues, teeth, soft suction. The sixty-nine position locks them together until both shudder and come against each other's lips. Sweat cools on skin. They don't bother dressing. The workout they started in yoga pants has turned into something neither wants to schedule on a calendar.