Lina's Birthday

Lina tugs the ribbon loose on her birthday gift. The pale blue lace feels cool when she slips it on, the panties riding high on her hips. Nicolle watches for all of five seconds, then steps in, palms skimming satin and skin in one greedy slide. Her mouth drops to that bare stomach and she kisses lower, slow and open-mouthed, breath warm. They make it to the bedroom with half-laughs and bare feet. Bras are already off by the time knees hit the mattress. Nicolle leans over, circles one small nipple with the wet tip of her tongue; Lina mirrors her, tiny, careful flicks until both buds are tight and slick. Then Nicolle hooks two fingers under the lace and pulls the new panties down, baring the soft cleft beneath. She drags her tongue flat over Lina’s clit, once, twice, letting saliva trail while her hands spread smooth thighs farther apart. Lina answers by tugging Nicolle onto her side, reversing them into a wet, hungry sixty-nine. Tongues press, fingers slide; the room fills with soft, rhythmic sucking. Their shaved lips shine in the low light. Lina curls two fingers inside Nicolle’s heat and pumps gently, matching the swirl of Nicolle’s tongue below. Nicolle pulls away first. She moves Lina onto her knees, spreads her open, and sinks three fingers knuckle-deep while her other hand works tight circles over that slick little clit. Lina’s hips roll back, breath ragged. One sharp cry, and her thighs shake through the crest, pulsing around Nicolle’s hand. Still trembling, she lays Nicolle down. Lina’s tongue finds the swollen bud, lapping in firm strokes while two fingers slide in deep. Nicolle arches, bites her lip, then breaks with a throaty moan as the orgasm clamps her cunt around Lina’s knuckles. They lie there catching their breath, bodies damp and flushed. Cake waits on the kitchen counter, but neither moves just yet.