Not As Straight As You Think You Are

Indica Monroe and Sera Ryder settle in for movie night. Indica keeps jerking at every loud noise on screen. Her neck tightens, her shoulders ache. Sera notices. She slides behind her friend and lays steady hands on the knots. Each slow circle of her thumbs draws a breath from Indica that lands heavier than the last. Indica feels heat pooling low and fast. She grabs Sera’s wrists and guides them down to her breasts, pushing the heavy flesh into waiting palms. Sera’s fingers pause, curious instead of retreating. Indica flushes, certain she read the room wrong, but Sera’s thumbs brush over stiff nipples and linger. The touch lingers long enough for both of them to feel the shift. Sera leans in, lips parting against Indica’s, soft at first, then firmer. Clothes come off in impatient tugs. Sera’s mouth finds Indica’s cunt wet and wanting. The first taste pulls a low sound from her throat. She presses closer, tongue working deeper, learning every fold. Indica’s hips rise to meet each stroke. Sera stays right there, licking and sucking until Indica’s thighs tremble and her fingers twist tight in dark hair.