Releasing Tension

Heat baked the pavement as Lily dragged herself up the hill with her arms aching. Grocery bags cut into her wrists. Miss Lewis opened the door in a white slip that clung to her skin. She handed Lily a glass of water, beads of condensation sliding down the rim. Lily drank fast, throat working. Then Miss Lewis admitted it. She hadn't stepped outside in years. Lily studied her, eyes moving over bare legs and the faint line of sweat at her collarbone. They talked until the ice melted. Lily set the empty glass on the counter and stepped closer. Miss Lewis did not move. Their breath met in the narrow space between them. Lily pressed her palm to the curve of Miss Lewis's hip. The slip gave under her fingers. She kissed her, slow at first, then deeper when Miss Lewis opened her mouth. Lily's hand slipped under the hem and found soft heat. Miss Lewis sighed against her lips and rocked forward. Lily sank to her knees, the tile cool under her. She pushed the silk higher, revealing the damp fabric of Miss Lewis's panties. Lily traced the soaked seam with two fingers, then hooked the cloth aside and licked once, tasting salt and need. Miss Lewis trembled. Lily held her steady and went back to work, tongue firm and relentless. Miss Lewis's thighs tightened around her ears. Her fingers threaded through Lily's hair, pulling her closer. The room smelled of sweat and clean cotton and sex. Lily kept going until Miss Lewis gasped and came hard against her mouth, slick and shaking. When it was over, Lily stayed on her knees, cheek resting on a warm thigh, the grocery bags forgotten by the door.