Closer Than Close

The two blondes met in the hallway, their eyes locking like a promise. Stepsisters, but nothing sisterly lingered. The one with the small breast tattoo and the silver bar through her nipple tilted her head and waited. Her college uniform blouse hung half-open, pale nipples already stiff against thin cotton. The other girl moved first, slipping her hand beneath the shirt to find warm skin, feeling the bar slide between her fingers as she tugged. They kissed hard, teeth clicking, tongues pushing past lips still sticky from gloss. Clothes came away in quick, greedy pulls until both stood bare on the dorm carpet. One sank to her knees, spreading her stepsister’s thighs, and licked a slow stripe up the center of her cunt, tasting salt and heat. The blonde above gripped the edge of the desk, hips rolling forward, grinding against that eager mouth. Fingers soon joined the tongue, sliding in deep, knuckles brushing, slick sounds filling the quiet room. They traded places without a word, the tattooed girl now on her back, knees drawn up, watching the other lower herself onto her face. Wet heat covered her mouth. She sucked hard on the swollen clit above her, humming until the thighs around her head began to shake. Later they lay tangled on the narrow bed, one girl’s pierced nipple caught between soft lips, the other’s fingers working slow circles until both came again, quiet and shuddering, the late-afternoon sun striping their skin.