Summer Days

Matty and Bernie sprawl across white sheets in afternoon light, two girls still half-dressed after a lazy morning. Matty’s blonde hair catches the sun as she leans over Bernie, small breasts pressing against the open collar of her shirt. Bernie watches her with quiet hunger. She slips her hand between Matty’s thighs, fingers gliding through the slick heat already waiting. Matty shudders, a soft sound catching in her throat. Bernie moves slow, drawing small circles, then sinks two fingers in, knuckle-deep. Matty’s hips lift, chasing the rhythm. Her cunt tightens around the steady press, the wet sound filling the quiet room. Bernie’s free hand cups one small breast, thumb teasing the stiff nipple. Matty bites her lip, eyes half-closed, lost in the easy slide of Bernie’s fingers working deeper. The moment stretches—sunlight, soft gasps, the slow rhythm of two girls forgetting what they meant to do and remembering what they want instead.