Women Seeking Women #37

They went at each other hard that December night. Bodies slapped and rocked against cold aluminum bleachers in an empty gymnasium. The digital stopwatch read seven minutes fifteen when she dropped to her knees in front of him. She unzipped his hoodie first, then worked open the metal teeth of his jeans. A hot band of living breath slid beneath her hair when he pushed deeper into her mouth. She pressed him back. Palms flattened on the scuffed metal seats while heels locked him against the rail. His spine curved over the next step, thighs spread wide, balls cupped in her right palm. Moisture ran down her chin. His cock twitched against her tongue and he reached for the railing to steady himself. Only a single emergency light flickered overhead. Shadows painted across their skin as they moved—him thrusting between her lips, her rhythm relentless. She swallowed the sounds he made, which came out half-gasp, half-groan. The room stayed quiet save for metal groans when they shifted, cloth dragging on the hollow space beneath the seats, the wet suction of her mouth wrapping every inch of him. Afterward she wiped her mouth and sat on the row above him. He looked half wasted, half beaming. The stopwatch rolled onward, seconds ticking away into the hollow night, but neither of them moved.