Too Chicken?

Haley looked stunned when Christie burst through the door. Christie set her keys down hard. “Every girlfriend I bring home dumps me because you flirt too much.” “I’m affectionate. You taught me to be this way.” Christie stepped closer. “You think I act like you do? Watch.” She grabbed Haley, yanked her in for a fast squeeze, then pulled away. “That’s me. Now watch what you actually do to them.” Christie wrapped her arms around Haley again, palms sliding down her spine until she gripped both ass cheeks and gave them a deliberate squeeze. Haley’s eyes flashed. “You’re the one who crosses the line.” She pulled Christie in and pecked her cheek. “That’s how I say good-night. Now here’s how you do it.” Haley pressed her mouth to Christie’s, tongues sliding deep, breath hot and messy. Clothes hit the floor between sharp words. Christie pushed Haley onto the couch, spread her legs, and sank her tongue into wet folds. Haley bucked, fingers buried in Christie’s hair. Moments later she twisted them both around, burying her face between Christie’s thighs. Their argument faded into low moans and the wet sound of hungry mouths. Each woman kept claiming the other was the problem, neither willing to admit they both wanted exactly this.