Happy 18th Birthday! - Part 3

They step off the path and under the trees, shirts clinging to skin already hot with sweat. One of them pulls the other closer, yanks her tank top up, and mouths a nipple without asking. The second girl moans, tilts her head, and pushes her shorts down her thighs. Hands slide between thighs that part willingly. Fingers move deep and wet, slow at first, then faster, curling, slick with what comes out of each tight hole. Both of them rock against the touch, mouths open, eyes half-shut, more clothes dropping until only hiking shoes and undone shorts stay on their ankles.