Behave Yourself

Angela bursts into Jenny’s room without knocking. Bass rattles the walls. She wants the music down. Jenny doesn’t even look up from her phone at first. When she does, the air cracks. Voices rise. Names fly. Then hands. A shove, a pull, skin sliding against skin, and the anger flips. Angela’s mouth is on Jenny’s before either of them can think. Jenny answers with teeth. Clothes come off in rough handfuls. Angela’s dark nipples tighten the second Jenny’s tongue finds them. Jenny drops to her knees, spreads Angela open on the edge of the bed, and licks until Angela’s legs shake. They switch without a word. Angela pins Jenny’s wrists above her head, sucks her small, perfect tits, then slides two fingers deep inside her until Jenny swears in two languages. Bodies lock, hips grind, sweat slick on brown skin and pale. They keep going until the music is the only thing still loud.