Running Time

Leila paused her run, rolled her shoulders, stretched her calves. Left the bottle behind. Uma looked up from her magazine, saw the bright plastic lying there, and chased after her down the path. Leila felt the cool weight land back in her palm. She unscrewed the cap, took a long drink; cold water spilled between her breasts, soaked the cotton. They laughed about it. Ten minutes later they stood in Leila’s doorway, still talking, bodies close. Leila stripped off her sneakers and flexed her bare feet. Uma offered a massage, and Leila slid closer, took Uma’s hand, and brought it to her mouth. She kissed each toe, then circled the joint with slow, sure pressure from her tongue. Uma’s pulse jumped. Leila leaned in. Their mouths met without hesitation. They peeled away tops. Hands moved everywhere—ribs, under arms, over soft breasts. Nipples hardened under wet drags of tongue and the quick bite of teeth. Uma shoved Leila’s track pants down. The fabric hit the floor in a sweaty heap. She eased around behind her, slipped her hand into Leila’s panties, stroked the bare mound. Slick heat clung to Uma’s fingers. She tasted Leila on them, then kept going—mouth open, kissing hard while her fingers slid through wet folds. Uma shoved the last piece of fabric aside, opened Leila wider, drove her tongue straight in. Leila’s hips bucked. Each lick pulled louder moans, faster breath. Uma pressed four fingers against the slick swell of flesh and shook it, then plunged her tongue deeper, lapped in heavy strokes. Leila’s thighs trembled. Heat rolled through her, groin to chest. When the wave hit, her cry stretched long; her muscles locked around Uma’s fingers, then pulsed and released. Sweat cooled on skin. Leila rose onto her knees, stripped Uma bare, pushed her onto her back and climbed astride. She settled her wet center over Uma’s mouth and bent low. Uma tasted fresh, sharp. Leila sucked around the hood of her clit, flicked the swollen bead with her tongue. Uma moaned into Leila’s folds, hips rising. Leila swung upright again and moved Uma onto hands and knees. She drove three fingers in, pumping hard, keeping Uma’s waist clamped so the thrust stayed deep and fast. Uma’s voice shook apart. She clenched, pulsed, soaked Leila’s hand, and finally folded forward into trembling silence. They collapsed together, limbs heavy, breath settling, heat still rising between them.