Harsh Reminders

Shay finds Freya lying face-down on the bed, cheeks still wet. Every word of comfort meets a fresh wall: Sara used to rub Freya’s feet, Sara had planned the pet together, Sara made the lasagna before she left. Shay sits at the edge of the mattress, quiet now, then opens her arms. Freya presses her face between full, warm breasts and lets the hug deepen. Soon the younger girl’s hands slide under Shay’s top, fingertips searching, and the older woman answers with slow, firm strokes down the length of Freya’s back. Freya moans into soft skin. She pulls away only to peel off her tank; her small, perfect tits lift as she arches toward Shay’s mouth. Shay answers with open kisses and a careful hand that slips between Freya’s thighs, fingers parting slick folds, circling and pressing until Freya’s hips lift in short, grateful thrusts. The room fills with the wet sound of each careful stroke. Shay keeps her other arm tight around Freya’s shoulders, holding her steady while pleasure replaces every reminder of what she lost.