Asian Pool Party

Cindy and Angelina haven’t touched in months. Marika and Alina miss the way the four of them used to tangle and laugh, so they arrange the only kind of peace talk that might work. They start small: Marika kneeling behind Cindy on the floor, file working slow over each nail while Alina’s palms rest warm on Angelina’s bare shoulders. Talk drifts off. Alina’s thumbs press the knots along Angelina’s spine until she sighs, shoulders dropping. Marika pulls Cindy by the wrist, invites her onto the open mat next to Angelina. Oil glistens as four hands slide across ribs, bellies, hips. Shirts lift, then fall. Cindy’s nipples stiffen at the first brush of Marika’s slick fingertips. Angelina leans in for more pressure, arches when Alina’s thumbs slip under each breast and circle the soft weight until the nipples ache. Soon the last scraps of clothing come away. Four bodies gleam under the low light, skin shining, oil catching each slow knead. The women work downward without hurry, spreading oil over the full curve of every ass, fingertips dipping into the crease, thumbs circling the tight rings until soft gasps escape. Tension that sat between Cindy and Angelina for weeks dissolves under the wet slide of tongues and fingers. They switch partners without a word, mouths meeting oiled skin, thighs parting for slick strokes. Cindy pushes two fingers into Angelina at the same moment Angelina licks across her clit, a wet rhythm building until both women shake and clutch. Alina and Marika watch them lose themselves, smiling at the mess of limbs and the slick sound of bodies meeting again, closer than before.