Girls in White #01

They slip into a bedroom still wrapped in noise from the hall. The door clicks shut. She talks low, lips close to his ear, and he answers by pulling her in. Their mouths meet. She tastes clean, like expensive gin and mint. His hands move down her back until the sequins catch and bunch at her hips, then drop. The dress slides, catching for a second on the swell of her ass before pooling at her feet. Nothing underneath but warm skin and the faint mark where the hem dug in. He runs a palm over one bare cheek, slow, testing weight. She pushes against his palm. They stand like that, breathing, fabric cooling around their ankles.