Cockcumber

They come in from the market with their bags full. Their dresses ride up on the ride home, the wind teasing the edges of their simple cotton panties. Once inside, Olive starts putting things in the fridge while Laney hands her produce from the bag. "Pass me that cucumber," Olive says, her voice low, but Laney catches the hint in her tone. Laney knows exactly what her girlfriend wants. They kiss hard, hands moving fast, pulling at zippers and slipping buttons loose. Dresses hit the floor. Bras get tossed aside. Olive peels Laney’s panties down her thighs, then her own. They stand there naked in the kitchen, pressed together, hips already moving. Laney bends Olive over the table first. She spreads her open and runs her tongue up through the soft hair between her legs, slow and deliberate. Olive moans, pushing back against her face. Laney licks her wet and deep until Olive’s thighs start to shake. Then she picks up the thick cucumber. She slides it between Olive’s folds, pressing until it sinks in, stretching her around its girth. Olive lets out a sharp breath, gripping the edge of the table as Laney fucks her with it in a steady rhythm. They switch. Olive kneels between Laney’s legs, licking up into her hairy pussy while the cucumber slides in and out, slick with spit and heat. Their bodies press close, skin flushed, the fridge humming quietly behind them. They keep going like this, taking turns with the thick green vegetable and each other’s tongues until both of them are breathless and soaked.