Rub Away The Bruises

Teddi Rae is wound tight and she needs hands on her body. Nikki hears it in her voice and moves to help. Her touch carries heat and patience. She pours oil over her palms, works it warm, and starts on Teddi’s back. Long, slow strokes loosen the knots. When Nikki presses lower, Teddi’s breath catches. Nikki keeps going. She kneads the backs of Teddi’s thighs, her strong fingers sinking in until the muscle yields. At a quiet word Teddi parts her legs, opening wide. The smooth, shaved slit between them glistens, dark lips already slick. Nikki spends extra time on each bare cheek, thumbs dipping closer and closer to the cleft. Teddi pushes back against the pressure, wordlessly asking for more. When she finally rolls onto her back her breasts catch the light, nipples drawn tight. Nikki’s slick fingers close over them, circling, tugging, then sliding down the center of Teddi’s belly. She climbs onto the table, towel pushed aside, skin on skin. The two of them move together now—Nikki’s mouth at Teddi’s neck, their legs tangling, every inch of bare flesh given and taken with slow, greedy care.