Proud Pervs: Open House Obscenity

April and Avery grip each other's hands as they step inside. The excitement crackles between them; two women who have never bought property together, making their first real leap. As they move from room to room, every nook pulls them deeper. When the realtor drifts into another wing with the next couple, they steal into the master. April presses Avery against the bedpost, kissing her slow, wet, lips parting. Fingers slide under skirts. Breath quickens. They barely have their hands beneath each other’s panties when they hear the others returning. The closet swallows them. Inside, they barely pause. Avery spreads her thighs; April drops to her knees, tongue flicking over slick skin, thumb tracing tight circles around her clit. The danger makes every lick sharper. By the time they slip out again, they’re shaking with need. Naked from the waist down now, April lies on the mattress and opens her legs. Avery eats her with hunger and noise, fingers buried deep, pumping. April tugs Avery’s hair, moaning loud enough to fill every empty hallway. The realtor steps back into the room and freezes. April locks eyes with her, then arches harder, Avery’s mouth working harder still. “We’re buying the house,” April pants. “We can do whatever the fuck we want.” The agent blinks, nods once, and retreats. Alone again, they finish each other in deliberate, greedy strokes, taste, heat, wet heat. In this empty house they’re already home.