Mutual Feelings

Lacy bursts into Keira's room without knocking. Her friend's voice on the phone had sounded off—tight, uncertain. Keira sits on the edge of the bed, legs pulled up, and motions for Lacy to join her. The words come slow at first, then tumble out: she loves Lacy, always has, and she's terrified the truth will end everything. Lacy's fingers slide between hers, firm, grounding. Silence stretches, then softens. Keira leans forward and meets Lacy's mouth with a shy press of lips. Heat flashes through both of them at once, months of held-back wanting igniting in a single breath. Lacy's hands move to Keira's waist, pulling her closer; Keira's palms cup Lacy's face like she's something precious yet suddenly, fiercely hers. Tongues brush, slick and urgent. Lacy's shirt is tugged over her head, Keira's shorts pushed down her thighs. Skin meets skin—warm, flushed, electric. Fingers trace nipples drawn tight, slip lower, stroke between parted legs until wetness coats every touch. Lacy gasps when Keira's tongue replaces her fingers, licking slow and deliberate before sucking her clit in pulsing rhythms. Keira moans into Lacy's cunt as two fingers slide inside her, curling deep. Bodies twist, switch, trade places; thighs clamp around ears, hips roll against eager mouths until both women shake through climax, clinging, slick with sweat and come, the room thick with the scent of sex and the sound of their ragged breathing.