Sunny - Part 2

Two women sit on a wide cedar deck above the snow. Steam curls from their mugs, forgotten. One leans back on her elbows, legs spread, nightgown bunched at her waist. Her fingers slip between slick folds, slow circles over swollen clit. The other watches, then drops to her knees and presses her mouth where fingers just were. Tongue drags up, thick and deliberate. The first gasps, hips jerking. She grabs the second by the hair and pulls her closer. The second woman reaches between her own thighs, pushes two fingers inside, rides her own hand as she sucks harder. Breath clouds in the cold air. The first comes first—thighs shaking, a short, broken cry. The second follows seconds later, muffled moan pressed into wet skin, fingers still pumping, until both slump back against the railing, flushed and shaking, skin hot against the chill.