Thought Exercise

Summer and Jezabel walk into Jayden Cole’s office hand in hand. Everyone knows why they’re here: Summer’s hesitation and Jezabel’s growing ache have left them starved for each other. Jayden suggests a simple game. Summer covers her eyes and speaks the things she’s too shy to do. Jezabel gives her thigh an encouraging squeeze, and Summer nods. The second Summer’s palms are over her face, Jayden and Jezabel lean in. Their mouths meet, tongues sliding, slow and wet, guided by Summer’s first nervous words about kissing. Summer describes the slide of tongue, the soft pull of lips, and Jezabel answers every detail with her own mouth on Jayden’s. The fantasy keeps moving. Summer pictures hands cupping heavy, natural breasts, the nipples tightening under fingertips. Her voice trembles as she says it, and Jezabel’s dark fingers are already there, lifting Jayden’s tits, rolling those stiff peaks until Jayden moans quietly into the kiss. Summer’s words grow bolder. She talks about being spread open, two fingers sinking deep, slow thrusts that curl just right. Jayden’s hand disappears between Jezabel’s thighs at once, working those slick folds in time with the rhythm Summer describes, making Jezabel’s breath catch. When Summer pictures a warm weight settling over her mouth, Jayden eases Jezabel onto the couch and climbs over her face, lowering until Jezabel’s tongue finds her. The sounds are soft, wet, constant, hidden behind Summer’s blindfold while her voice paints every filthy picture they’re busy turning real. They keep the game going until the room smells of sex and every imagined act has been tasted, fingered, and ridden in silence.