Rise And Shine

Three hungover women had barely crawled from their beds before their clothes were off again. The night before lingered on their tongues, sticky and sweet. They pressed close in the low morning light, fingers still clumsy from too much drink. One tongue circled a nipple, slow and wet. Hands found thighs, gripped tighter, opened them. They moved as one tangle of breath and skin, taking turns licking each other open. One girl was on her back, knees to her chest, moaning loud while her friend’s tongue worked deep. Another knelt above her face, rocking gently until her own voice cracked into a gasp. Slick coated their mouths. They swapped places. Slow at first, then faster. Someone came first, a sharp shudder, legs shaking. The others kept going, mouths full, chasing the same rush with a hunger only hunger could cure.