You've Been Avoiding Me!

Bunny sprawled across the couch in nothing but a tank and shorts when the doorbell cut through the quiet. Skylar stood on the step, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Bunny opened the door anyway. Guilt had already crept into her face. "You’ve been dodging my calls." Skylar stepped inside. "Don’t give me the silent-treatment bullshit, Bunny. What did I do?" Bunny stalled, rubbing the back of her neck. Nothing slipped out but half-finished excuses until Skylar’s face fell. The thought of Skylar blaming herself finally cracked Bunny open. "It’s not you. It’s the seat." She exhaled. "Riding makes me soaked. Every bump drags right against my clit, and by the end of the block I’ve got a wet patch spreading down my thighs. I can’t show up anywhere like that." The confession hung there, raw and oddly intimate. Skylar blinked, shoulders loosening as relief hit, then something darker slid in behind it. She dropped onto the couch, legs parting in worn cycling shorts, and studied Bunny like a problem she’d enjoy solving. "I get wet too," she said. "All that shaking, friction—I have to keep squeezing my thighs shut or I’ll cum right on the handlebars." A small laugh, low and honest. "But I still want you out there with me. So let’s take the edge off before we even clip in." Skylar’s fingers trailed up her own inseam as if proving the point. Bunny watched, pulse flickering, while the same tension that had driven her into hiding settled hot and unmistakable between them.