Caught In The Act

Kenzie and Kristen had known each other for years. That afternoon they slipped from boutique to boutique, arms full of bright summer dresses and tiny shorts. Back at the apartment Kenzie shared with her boyfriend, they locked the door, kicked off their shoes, and pulled the new clothes from the bags. Laughter filled the bedroom as they wriggled in and out of fabric, skin flashing each time a top came off or a skirt slid down. Kristen paused, biting her lip, then whispered about the dream she’d had the night before—another girl’s mouth pressed to hers. Kenzie felt the heat rise in her cheeks, then stepped closer. Their first kiss was soft, careful. The second wasn’t. Lips parted, tongues met, and hands wandered. Kenzie’s small breasts brushed Kristen’s as they sank onto the bed, blonde hair spilling across brunette waves. Soon every layer was gone. They climbed over each other, hips grinding in a slow, wet rhythm, folds pressed tight, slick heat sliding together. Moans spilled out every time their clits met. Kenzie’s boyfriend chose that moment to walk in. The door swung open, and there they were, naked and flushed, legs tangled, caught right in the middle.