Spring Break

Teagan wanted the night to keep moving. Lola had other plans. Days of Vegas heat, spilled drinks, and the blare of every club had her shoulders knotted and her legs heavy. She dropped face-down across the hotel bed and told Teagan the trade: an hour on the mattress in exchange for peace and quiet tonight. Teagan agreed with a shrug, poured lotion on her palms, and started pressing circles into Lola’s back. They talked while the muscles gave way—first about the casinos, then the late breakfasts, and then Teagan’s break-up with Vanessa. Lola’s voice slipped from easy to breathy when the hands reached lower. Teagan’s thumbs edged along the slope of each buttock, dipping between; Lola spread without comment. They stayed polite for another minute, and then Teagan flicked her tongue over one waiting nipple. Lola’s back arched. That was all the sign Teagan needed. She sucked until the tip stiffened, switched sides, and kept her mouth busy while two fingers traced Lola’s folds. Wet already. She spread those slick lips with her thumb and took the swollen clit between her lips, rolling it the same way she’d rolled each nipple. Lola’s hips chased the pressure. Teagan pushed two knuckles deeper, then slid onto her back and pulled Lola’s thigh across her mouth. They locked into sixty-nine, tongues working in quick, greedy passes, fingers sinking in counter-rhythm. Lola came first, thighs tightening around Teagan’s head. Teagan groaned loud into her soaked cunt and followed seconds later, hips jerking. When their breathing slowed they padded barefoot into the marble bathroom. The huge tub filled with steaming water. They sank together, shoulders touching, deciding the night had everything it needed right here.