The Daughter Next Door

Cory Chase and Sheena Ryder sit by the pool sipping chilled white wine. Their eyes trail the droplets sliding down Katya Rodriguez’s bare skin as she dries herself, hair tangled from the water. The younger girl lingers every summer day and the wives notice every inch. They have wanted her for months now. When she steps inside wrapped in a towel, they ask if everything is all right. She tells them her boyfriend dumped her. Katya shrugs. College starts soon. More boys to try, she laughs. Cory smiles. Why not girls, too? A quick spark lights in Katya’s eyes. She admits her best friend and she once practiced after junior high. It lasted half the night. Katya still thinks she is pretty good. Sheena teases that Katya is too young to rank herself so high. Katya lifts her chin, bold now. Want proof? She crosses the room. Her towel slips to her hips. First she catches Sheena’s mouth with a soft, sure kiss. Tongues meet slowly. Fingers brush bare shoulders. Then she turns to Cory, eager lips finding hers with equal heat. The kiss deepens until Cory moans against Katya’s tongue. Clothes fall away, skin meeting skin on the couch. Cory spreads Katya’s thighs and traces slow circles over her slick folds until Katya gasps. Sheena licks and sucks the tight nipples, pinching the other with gentle pressure. Katya learns fast, returning every stroke. She explores both wives with curious fingers, learning wetness, tightness, the taste of another woman’s arousal. They move together in rhythm, mouths switching places, legs tangled across the cushions. At the end Cory rests her forehead to Katya’s and admits between slow kisses that she was right all along: the girl does know how to kiss.