Nasty Divorce

Loni walks into the massage parlor aching from stress that sits between her shoulders. Briana asks what’s bothering her, and Loni tells her about the divorce, the papers, the lawyers, the endless noise inside her head. Briana’s hands glide beneath Loni’s open robe, pausing when they reach the smooth, firm swell of her new breasts. “You didn’t come here just for your back,” Briana says softly. Loni swallows. “I’ve never been touched by a woman.” The sheet slides away. Oil glistens as Briana’s fingers circle each nipple, coaxing them hard. A low sound escapes Loni’s throat. Her hips shift. When Briana slips a hand between her legs, Loni is already wet, fingertips slick as she rubs slow circles over her own clit. Briana watches her face—lips parted, eyes heavy—and slides two fingers inside her, curling, stroking. Loni’s thighs tremble. She arches up to meet every thrust, breath hitching, small sounds breaking free. Briana leans down, takes a nipple into her mouth, sucks hard while her fingers push deeper. The wet sound of her hand working inside Loni fills the room. Loni cries out, shaking, clamping around Briana’s fingers as she comes, hips jerking. Briana doesn’t stop until every last tremor fades, then kisses the sweat from Loni’s collarbone, smiling.