Strike A Pose

Two straight friends show up for a poolside shoot. Nicole Kitt and Lucy Lotus slip into tiny bikinis. Natalie Brooks, behind the camera, feels heat spike between her legs the second she sees skin. She keeps pushing—arch your backs, tug those strings lower. The friends trade glances but don’t stop her. When she hands them a bottle of oil and tells them to slick each other up, they hesitate, cheeks pink, then smile and start pouring. Hands glide over shoulders, along waists, over the curve of an ass. The sun catches on the glistening bodies. A pulse starts low in Nicole’s belly, and Lucy’s breathing changes. Natalie notices. She lowers the camera and tells them to kiss. They do. Soft at first, then deeper, tongues meeting with wet sounds. Natalie steps closer. Her voice stays low as she urges them further. Soon they’re pulling at each other’s strings, oil-slick fingers slipping between thighs, Natalie’s mouth on Lucy’s neck while Nicole strokes Natalie’s breast. The three of them tangle on the lounge chair, panting, tongues and teeth, hips grinding together under the hot light.