Stay The Night

Brandi walks through her front door, feet aching from another long shift, and stops cold when she sees Autumn stretched across the couch. The lights are low. Her babysitter is dozing, one arm thrown above her head, the thin tee riding high enough to show the swell of her chest. Brandi studies her a moment, then clears her throat. “It’s late. You’ll be back here first thing anyway. Stay the night.” Autumn blinks awake, unsure. Brandi waves off the idea of the couch. “My bed’s big enough for two. Come on.” In the bedroom they undress in near silence, each stealing glances. Brandi’s robe slips open first, heavy breasts exposed in the lamplight, nipples already tight. Autumn follows, tugging her shirt over dark hair, revealing the round, natural fullness of her own chest. They slide between cool sheets. Heat builds without a word spoken. Brandi turns, cups one of Autumn’s breasts, thumb brushing the stiff peak, and Autumn answers by sliding her hand down Brandi’s stomach. Fingers find slick warmth; Brandi’s breath catches as Autumn presses inside, slow and sure. Brandi returns the touch, two fingers easing between Autumn’s parted thighs, stroking until the younger woman’s hips lift to meet each thrust. They move together, breath mingling, the wet sound of fingers working in and out filling the quiet room. Bodies press close, blonde hair brushing dark strands, until soft cries replace any last hesitation.