Girl Train #02, Scene #04

Three friends tuck themselves into a tent for the night. Lia Lor looks sweet as ever, Sinn Sage watches them with that hungry, knowing stare, and Dana DeArmond stretches like a cat. They pass a bottle around, shoulders brush, someone starts humming. The silly dancing starts. Giggles give way to skin, mouths sliding together, a rhythm they don’t plan. Sinn slips to the floor, takes Lia’s foot in her palms, then Dana’s, licking between each toe before pressing the warm sole over her own breast. Dana’s foot slides lower, finds the slick heat between her friend’s legs, pushes inside with slow, steady strokes. Lia watches, breathing hard. They shift without words. Lips part asses, tongues push deep, each woman’s face tucked in the next. They settle into position and don’t move until thighs are quivering. A wet grind. Two fingers curling. Dana sucks those same fingers clean, then feeds them to Lia, who moans around the taste. Mouths, hands, thighs. Nothing hurried, nothing hidden. They carry the rhythm till light seeps through the nylon and the bottle lies empty by the zipper.