Public Exhibition

Juan Pablo can hardly wait to bring his girlfriend, Lyra Law, and his sister, Avi Love, together at an art opening. He knows the artists’ work speaks their language more than his, but he’s ready to play chauffeur if it means they’ll click. When the two women finally meet, something sparks. An invisible pull draws them across the room, and Juan watches with quiet pleasure as they slip away on their own. They drift down a dim hallway until the exhibition rope keeps the rest of the crowd out and leaves them alone with each other. Talk about the paintings turns low and playful; hips brush; shoulders lean. A shared laugh snaps into a sudden, hungry kiss. Clothes peel away under trembling fingers, each woman tasting and marveling at the bare skin the other reveals, bodies framed like living sculptures. Soon they are on the cool floor, mouths pressed between open thighs, licking and sighing, their slick hunger echoing off polished walls. Meanwhile Juan stands among strangers sipping wine, unaware that his sister and his girlfriend have already crossed every line.