Curious Girls Turn On The Heatv

In the cold air two girls in each other's company lose their way into something else entirely. Elloise Arti brushes powder from Angel Jolie's thighs, their mouths already hovering too close. They get the giggles, the shivers, the sudden bone-heat that ignores winter. Inside the apartment the air dries and warms. Socks peel off. Visible little tattoos move with muscle beneath skin. Elloise spreads her legs and the room fills with the scent of her hair. Angel Jolie sinks between them, tongue flat, then pointed, tasting salt and something sweeter. Finger and mouth trade places until Elloise arches and clutches the sheets in three hot spasms that run up through her belly and out her throat. Later it is Angel's turn to lie open, knees bent, feet on cool wood, hips pushing at Elloise's palm until the older girl shakes, biting her own wrist, quiet only after the pulse stops jumping. Snow outside the glass. Inside, the thick scent of sex in a bright stripe across the rug.