Birthday Girl's Request

Chanel Camryn is throwing her birthday party tonight. Her best friend Avery Black showed up early to help decorate, but once the last balloon floated into place, Chanel confessed why she’d really called her over. Her favorite vibrator gave out days ago. She hasn’t come since, and she’s terrified the ache between her legs will ruin her own night unless somebody fixes it. Avery laughs, but her eyes darken. She steps in, presses her mouth to Chanel’s, and the two women tumble onto the couch still half-dressed in party clothes. Avery’s hand slides beneath Chanel’s skirt, fingers stroking, teasing, then sinking deep while Chanel bites back a moan. She rides those fingers until her hips jerk and she comes hard, nails digging into Avery’s shoulders. They keep going—faster, slicker—until Chanel is shaking through a second, louder release, mouth open, skin flushed. When they finally pull apart, Avery’s lips glisten and Chanel is grinning, the edge finally off. Avery tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Happy birthday,” she murmurs, and they straighten their skirts just as the first doorbell rings.