A Friendly Touch

Jessica and Betty run together every morning. Today Jessica’s calf locks up on the final stretch. Back at the apartment she drops onto the mattress and begs her best friend for help. Betty tells her to lie still. Oil-slick palms slide from calf to thigh, kneading the tight muscle until Jessica’s breath catches. Fingers trace higher, circle the edge of her shorts, then slip beneath the fabric. Jessica arches as Betty’s touch moves from soothing to possessive. A quick tug and the shorts are gone; Betty’s mouth follows her hands, pressing hot kisses along the inside of Jessica’s leg. By the time those lips settle between her thighs, Jessica is shaking. Betty licks slow, wet stripes over her clit, savoring every twitch, until Jessica’s fingers knot in her hair and a sharp cry fills the room. Relief turns into something hungrier, both girls moving together on the rumpled sheets.