Straight from the Beach

Chloe Cherry and Vienna Black dragged themselves back to the car, skin sticky with salt and sand, muscles heavy from hours of sun. Vienna rolled her shoulder and winced. Chloe mentioned a spa a few streets over, the kind with private rooms and no clocks on the wall. They drove there instead of going home. Inside, Jenna Sativa greeted them in white linen that barely covered her hips. Vienna confessed her shoulder felt knotted. Jenna smiled and offered the Nuru. Vienna stripped the second they reached the room. Chloe stayed in her shorts, said she’d wait outside. Jenna waved her toward the leather chair by the open shower and told her to relax. Chloe slipped off her clothes anyway once the water started, letting the grains rinse away. Across the room Jenna had Vienna slicked in warm oil on the inflated mattress, thighs sliding, chests meeting, bodies gliding until the shoulder became an afterthought. Vienna’s breathing changed. Her legs opened wider. Jenna’s mouth found hers. Tongues met, slow and wet. Chloe stepped out of the shower just in time to see Vienna’s hand disappear between Jenna’s legs. Instead of shock she felt heat coil low in her stomach. She padded forward, water still beading on her skin. Vienna lifted her head. “We got carried away,” she murmured. Chloe answered by stepping into the tub. Hands reached for her hips, pulling her down, oil and warm water coating every inch where skin touched skin. Three bodies moved without hurry, kissing, touching, tasting until the light outside faded and the room smelled only of salt, coconut oil, and the sweetness of three girls who had nowhere else to be.