You Can Stay with Me

Queenie showed up quiet at Ana’s door, mascara smudged. Boyfriend gone after five years. Another woman’s lipstick on his collar. Ana took one look and canceled the party with a text, then slid the deadbolt home. Inside they drank red wine and Ana rubbed the knot between Queenie’s shoulders, fingers working deep. “He didn’t deserve what you gave him,” Ana said. “People watch you walk by every day, baby. Men, women—all of them thinking things.” Queenie laughed, shy. “Never tried a woman.” “We taste softer,” Ana whispered, leaning in, “and we take our time.” She kissed Queenie slow, tongue tracing the seam of her lips until they parted. Shirt buttons opened under Ana’s hand. Bare skin met bare skin. Ana guided Queenie onto the couch and tugged her jeans down, panties with them, leaving her open in the lamplight. Ana kissed the soft inside of one thigh, breath hot, then licked along the slick folds she found there. Queenie gasped, fingers in Ana’s hair. Ana flicked her tongue over the swollen clit in steady circles while two fingers slid inside, curling, searching for the spot that made Queenie’s hips jump. She kept the pressure light at first, building, then faster when Queenie started to moan. Juice ran down Ana’s knuckles. Queenie came with a broken sound, thighs shaking. Ana didn’t stop. She turned Queenie onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and licked upward between parted cheeks, teasing the tight ring before sliding back down to push her tongue inside the dripping cunt. Queenie pushed back against the mouth, greedy for more. Ana stripped fast, climbed over her, and they shifted until Queenie was straddling Ana’s face. She rocked against the tongue while Ana fingered herself, slick and audible. When Ana came, the hum of her moan vibrated straight through Queenie, sparking another sharp orgasm that left her trembling and dripping onto Ana’s lips. Afterward Ana kissed the base of Queenie’s spine, tasting salt. Outside the party went on; inside the apartment smelled like sex and wine and Ana laughed, low, already pulling Queenie in again.