With Friends Like Hers...

Susan and Joy sat in the living room, voices low, when Jessica burst through the door with Allison in tow. The blonde asked for a sleepover, claiming they had a test to study for. Susan agreed with a clipped yes, then told them not to stay up late. Once the girls left, Joy noticed the way Susan’s shoulders stayed tight. Pressed for the reason, Susan admitted she hated how close Jessica and Allison had become. She didn’t want her daughter near a lesbian, certain Allison would lead her somewhere she didn’t belong. The thought of leaving town for one night made her even more anxious. Joy listened, then offered to drop in while Susan was gone. Relief washed over Susan; she handed over the spare key. A few days later Susan drove off. Jessica waved until the car disappeared. The moment it did, Allison stepped out from behind the coat rack. The girls kissed hard in the hallway, then rushed to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor. Naked on the bed, they pressed close. Jessica’s mouth closed over Allison’s nipple while Allison’s fingers slid between Jessica’s legs. Tongues followed, tasting, teasing, until hips locked and they rocked together in slow, grinding scissor strokes. Downstairs the lock clicked. Joy eased inside and climbed the stairs without a sound. Through the half-open door she watched the two girls rubbing slick folds against each other, breasts swaying with each thrust. Her own hand slipped beneath her waistband. She rubbed in tight circles, breath catching, until need overtook her. Joy stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Jessica froze. Joy told Allison to leave. Allison gathered her clothes and slipped out. Alone with Jessica, Joy climbed onto the bed and laid out her price for silence: the same pleasure she had just witnessed. Jessica, cornered, nodded. Joy’s mouth found Jessica’s breast first, then trailed lower until the blonde was gasping under her tongue. Their bodies tangled again, hips rolling, secrets sealed between every wet slide of skin.