Galentine's Day

Reese sat alone on Valentine's Day, her face long, her spirit flat. Sophia watched from the doorway, took in her stepdaughter's slump, and made the call. Two women, both without plans. Why not make something of it? They called it Galentine's Day. The hours stretched in soft light and easy laughter. Baths. Massages. Wine. Reese glowed under the attention, until her mouth tightened again. "There's one thing I haven't gotten," she said. "Sex." Sophia didn't hesitate. She fetched her vibrator, held it out. Reese blinked at the small, smooth thing like she'd never seen one before. Sophia sat close, explained each button, each angle, each slow press against the clit. Reese's breath caught. She followed every cue. Soon both of them needed more. Reese's hand slipped between Sophia's thighs; Sophia's mouth found Reese's small breasts. They moved together on the bed, vibrator humming between them, taking turns until the tension broke and the room filled with low, honest sounds. A Galentine's Day they would not forget.