Bring It Back

Ten years gone. Sally stood in the doorway and nothing had changed. Same body. Same smile that pulled the breath right out of Tammy’s lungs. They wandered through the house, voices soft, laughter low. In the living room, the air thickened. Sally stepped closer, eyes fixed, and brought her mouth down hard against Tammy’s. Ten years vanished. Tammy’s hands moved up Sally’s back, pulling her in until breasts pressed tight, nipples stiff under silk. Sally’s tongue slid deep, wet and sure. Tammy moaned into it, knees giving, thighs parting as Sally’s fingers traced the edge of her panties and tugged them aside. They sank onto the sofa in one motion, Sally on top, lips traveling down Tammy’s throat, teeth grazing the quick pulse there. Tammy’s skirt rode up. Sally slipped two fingers inside her without asking, working them in slow, then faster, curling each stroke until Tammy arched and cursed under her breath. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. Sally’s mouth followed—tongue flattening against Tammy’s swollen clit, licking wide, drinking every slick sound she pulled from her. Tammy gripped Sally’s hair, held her there, hips rolling to meet the pressure. Sally added another finger, stretching her open, thumb circling her clit while her tongue kept time. Tammy’s voice broke, legs shaking. She came hard, cunt pulsing around Sally’s hand, thighs clamped to Sally’s shoulders. Sally didn’t stop until Tammy twitched and gasped, mouth slack, chest heaving, the taste of the past still fresh on both their tongues.