Naked Lunch

Luca turns the sausages on the grill when she glances through the kitchen window. Inside, Tahlia and Hannah are tossing cherry tomatoes at each other, trying to sink them down the front of each other’s dresses. She watches a red orb slip between Hannah’s breasts. The two of them are breathless with laughter, cheeks pink, nipples hard against thin cotton. Lunch can wait. Luca walks in just as Tahlia grabs the squeezy bottle of mayo. The thick white stream hits the valley between Tahlia’s tits first, then slides lower until Hannah’s fingers chase it under her skirt. Mayo shines on warm skin. Luca smells salt, sun, and the sharp scent of two slick cunts already wanting. She snatches the bottle, sets it aside, and pulls both women onto the dining table. Dresses pushed up, thighs spread. Luca drops to her knees and presses her mouth to Tahlia first, tongue dragging through mayo and salt and cunt until Tahlia cries out. Hannah watches, fingers working her own clit, until Luca leans across and eats her too—slow, greedy licks that make Hannah’s hips lift off the wood. Back and forth she moves, sucking, tonguing, switching, until both friends are gasping her name and the sausages outside are long forgotten.