The Broken Bed

Kenzie sat on her bed flipping pages when the noise upstairs broke her focus. Heavy moaning. The headboard pounding. She tried to ignore it until the whole wall seemed to shake. Darcie had her ex spread open and was fucking her hard. Darcie appeared at the door a while later, asked if she could come in. She sat down, looked Kenzie in the eye, and said her ex had just smashed the bed with her hips. Tribbing left her no place to sleep. Kenzie hesitated. She didn't want to climb into bed with another girl. Darcie told her it was harmless and then stretched, sliding her clothes off one piece at a time. Kenzie's gaze locked on her breasts, heavy, full. Darcie complained they ached. She took Kenzie's hands and pressed them there. Kenzie felt the weight, squeezed, circled the dark nipples with her thumbs. Her own pulse jumped. Darcie noticed. She asked for another touch—lower. In seconds she was naked, knees wide. Kenzie eased two fingers between slick folds and worked the swollen clit. Darcie watched every move, then yanked Kenzie's shirt up and kissed her hard, tongues sliding, teeth catching. The ex was already forgotten. They had the whole night to themselves.