In-Law's Happy Ending

Laura lingers on the table, skin glistening beneath the sheet. Penny works the lotion deeper into each knot, fingertips slow, sure, never breaking contact. The scent of sandalwood fills the room. Laura sighs, almost in apology. She tells Penny she missed one thing before the vows. She never slept with a woman. The words hang, soft as breath. Penny pauses, then her mouth curves. Her hands slide lower. This gift was meant to come before the ring, so she whispers it still counts. Laura laughs once, nervous, but the towel slips and they both stop pretending. Penny's lips trace warm lines along Laura’s inner thigh. Her fingers dip between, slick, teasing. They find a pace together—unhurried, careful, then hungry. Laura arches, breath catching every time Penny curls just right. Penny learns her body with slow licks, tongue spelling lessons Laura should have taken years ago. When Laura finally comes, it’s long, wet, a drawn-out sigh. Afterward she reaches for Penny, turning the touch around, thumbs circling tight nipples, tongue tracing shy circles until Penny’s hips lift and her thighs press hard against Laura’s mouth. They stay tangled, sweaty, two quiet gasps trading places in the dim light.