Crossing The Finish Line

Nicole Kitt and Olivia Jay first noticed Destiny Mira on the marathon route, struggling. They slowed their pace, matched her stride, and helped pull her across the finish line. Now, back at their place, Destiny sits on the edge of the sofa still flushed and damp with sweat. Nicole runs a cool cloth over Destiny’s collarbone while Olivia waves a small fan across her chest, moving slowly, deliberately. Destiny’s eyes drift closed, then open again when the cloth grazes the tip of her small, bare breast. She catches Olivia’s wrist, guides the cloth lower, and the air in the room tightens. With a sly half-smile Destiny says she owes them a “special victory lap.” They take it together—Nicole and Olivia easing Destiny back, mouths moving from neck to nipple, fingers parting slick, eager folds. Destiny arches, hands buried in dark hair, while three bodies find a rhythm that has nothing to do with running.