Pin-Up Cuties

Anastasia Brokelyn and Eveline Dellai slipped into their pin-up costumes for the shoot. Polka-dot dresses. Red lipstick. Stockings with the seam running up the back. The photographer had barely left the room before Eveline’s hands were on Anastasia’s hips, then under the dress, and then gone again, just enough to get a rise. Their mouths met fast. Anastasia bit first. Eveline followed. One of them laughed, low, and the other answered with a quieter sound. Stockings stayed on. Dresses did not. Eveline’s fingers slid over smooth skin and found wetness already waiting. She pushed two in without asking. Anastasia opened for her like it was what the costume was really for. They moved against the edge of a velvet chaise. Anastasia’s heel dug into the carpet. Eveline’s free hand stayed at the back of her neck, holding her there. Each stroke was slow until it wasn’t. The sound of skin and breath filled the room. No one said a word about the camera still rolling.