Dear Diary

Everest sits cross-legged on the bed, pen moving fast across paper while Nicole folds laundry across the room. The ink spells it raw: she wants Nicole under her tongue, wants those legs spread wide on the sheets. The fear stops her every time—she likes what they have too much to risk ruining it. She leaves to grab a drink. Alone for a minute, Nicole glances at the open page, then reads the whole thing. Heat pools low in her stomach. When Everest returns, Nicole meets her halfway. Their mouths find each other first, slow and tasting. Then Everest drops, spreads Nicole open, and licks steady until Nicole’s hips buck. Nicole pulls Everest up by the hair, swaps places, and fingers her deep while licking her ass in wet circles. Everest grinds against Nicole’s face, nipples sucked hard, fingers slick and moving. They trade places again, tongues working fast between folds, greedy and determined.