Some Alone Time

Bree prefers the quiet. Her friends head out for trails and fresh air while she stays behind, book in hand. Emily stops by, tries to pull her outside, but Bree just smiles and waves her off. The chapter she’s on won’t wait. Alone again, Bree sinks deeper into the cushions and keeps turning pages. Heat creeps in fast. One moment she’s reading, the next her hand is inside her shorts, fingers moving in time with the words. The cabin fills with soft, steady sounds. Emily slips back in without warning. “Caught you,” she laughs, watching Bree jerk upright, fingers still shiny. Bree flushes hot. Emily grins, steps closer, teases her about needing privacy for this exact reason. When Emily offers to help, Bree blinks, unsure if it’s a joke. Emily’s hand slides up Bree’s thigh, firm and sure, and doubt melts away. The book drops. Their shirts come off. Emily cups the heavy weight of Bree’s breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples until Bree shivers. Hands roam. Mouths follow. Soon they’re stretched out together, legs tangled, tongues tasting warm skin. Fingers dip lower, slide inside slick heat. Each slow thrust draws a sharper gasp, a tighter grip on hips and hair. Bree arches, hips chasing every stroke, the pulse between her legs loud and insistent. When they finish, Bree lies breathless, skin flushed. The pages lie forgotten on the floor.