Finally Some Privacy

Leana was killing time when Aften announced she was stepping out for groceries. The moment the door clicked shut, Leana bolted to her room. She shoved her bottoms down and climbed into bed, phone in hand, already reaching between her legs. The video on the screen pulled her in. Her fingers worked fast and greedy, and every soft sound she made proved she had missed having the place to herself. She never heard Aften come back. Only when the mattress dipped did Leana look up. Aften stood in the doorway, eyes fixed on the wet shine between Leana’s thighs. Instead of looking away, Aften licked her bottom lip. Leana snatched a pillow and pressed it over her hips, heat flooding her face. “I thought you left,” she stammered. Aften shrugged out of her jacket, climbed onto the bed, and gently tugged the pillow aside. “Don’t stop on my account,” she murmured. Her gaze stayed low and hungry. “It’s fucking hot watching you.” Leana’s breath caught. Aften’s hand slid up her inner thigh. With a small, wicked smile, she added, “I could help… if you want.”