Best Friends Forever

Three girls stretched on the yoga mats by the pool—Alecia Fox, Mary Rock, Mia Split—barely eighteen and sun-drunk. Sunlight slid over their open thighs. Mary leaned across Alecia, mouth finding hers, tongues slow and wet. Fingers slipped beneath waistbands, panties tugged aside; someone sighed, someone laughed. Mia’s hand cupped Mary’s cunt, two fingertips parting slick folds, rubbing circles over the swollen clit until Mary’s hips jerked. Alecia arched up, sliding three fingers deep into Mia, the sound loud in the quiet air. Their mouths met, traded spit and hot breath; they moved together, pussies grinding knuckles, juice running down wrists. Touches grew rougher. Legs spread wider. The wet sounds of fucking carried over the water, soft cries following, bodies shaking in the heat until each girl came, shaking, mouths slack, clutching one another. Sun stayed hot. They stayed spread and satisfied, slick fingers still buried inside wet heat.