Thrill Her

Kristen leads April into the dark shell of a building, dust thick on every surface. April clings tight to Kristen's sleeve, breath quick. A sudden metallic clink makes her jump and Kristen smiles at the chance to tease her, inventing a shadow in the hall. April darts close, pressing her face to Kristen's neck. They poke through stripped rooms until they find an old brass bed. They fall onto the mattress together. Kristen rolls to face her. "I've wanted you for weeks," she says. April stiffens, whispering that she isn't gay, yet her eyes stay fixed on Kristen's mouth. Kristen waits. April nods. Kristen peels April's top down and sucks slowly at each nipple until April's hips lift, then moves lower. Her tongue slides inside April, firm and wet. April's hands knot in Kristen's hair; every anxious heartbeat fades. When she comes she stays open, breathing in short gasps, the question now inside her instead of in the hall outside.