Two Thumbs In

Diana sat at her desk tearing into another manuscript. The door swung open. Erin stood there looking wrecked. Diana had no idea who she was. Erin explained she had written the lesbian romance Diana ripped apart yesterday. Diana remembered. She had called it absurd because two women fell into bed at first glance, one of them straight until suddenly she wasn’t. Erin claimed the story was true. She said Diana couldn’t judge what she didn’t understand. Diana said she didn’t need to be queer to know lazy fantasy when she saw it. Erin leaned in. She could prove the scenes real. Diana set the pen down. Go ahead, she said, try. Erin kissed her hard, thumbs already working under the silk bra. She sucked each nipple until Diana’s breath hitched, then stripped the blouse away and dropped to her knees. Her tongue found Diana slick and open. She licked in long strokes, teased the clit, then pushed two fingers deep. Diana’s hand closed tight in Erin’s hair and held her there, hips lifting, the red-pen review forgotten for the moment.