Just The Two Of Us

Over the next few nights Mimi and Heather drift together. Heather has always kept to herself, but the quiet girl begins to lean closer whenever Mimi is near. The shift doesn’t escape Miss Patty and Marie, yet Heather pays no attention. Late one night, well past curfew, she slips into Mimi’s bed. They watch each other in the dark for a heartbeat. Heather leans in first. Her lips press lightly, testing. Mimi kisses back, soft at first, then with more hunger. Fingers search beneath cotton. Shirts slide over heads, panties drop to the floor. Skin meets skin. They take their time—hands tracing curves, mouths tasting every new inch they uncover. Nothing else exists. Just heat, breath, and the slow, shared rhythm of two bodies learning each other in the dark.