Going To The Beach

It was summer and the heat pressed down on everything. Lili Charmelle just wanted to go to the beach. She mentioned it, voice casual, sun on her skin already. Eve Sweet smiled faintly and reached for her, fingers warm and lingering. "We should stay in," she said, and pulled Lili closer. Their mouths met. Slow at first, then deeper, wetter, more intent. Eve's tongue slipped between Lili's lips and she answered with a soft sound. Hands found hips. Eve pushed her down onto the couch, body flush against hers. Clothing slipped away. Skin to skin now. Lili kissed the curve of her breast, sucked the nipple into her mouth. Eve moaned, arched, fingers digging into her thighs. She spread Lili open and tasted her without hurry, licking long and thorough. Lili clutched at her shoulders, hips rolling up into that heat. Eve pressed two fingers inside, pumping slow, steady, until Lili was shaking and gasping around her. Sweat slicked their bodies. They switched. Eve climbed over Lili's mouth and trembled as the tongue worked inside her, relentless and slick. Time collapsed. Only mouths and thighs, moans and sweat, the rhythm of want. Neither one said another word about leaving the house.