Girls in White #007 001

Sasha leaned against her kitchen counter, phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, while Kylie’s voice came through the line lazy and low. “So you’re going to the Girls in White ball?” she asked. Kylie let out a soft breath, almost a laugh. “That’s the plan. White dress, no bra. I want people staring.” Sasha could picture the curve of Kylie’s mouth when she said it, that private half-smile like she was already half-undressed in her own head. They talked about the new time, the open bar, who’d worn what last year and who got caught on someone’s pool table. Then the conversation slipped, like it always did with them. “Speaking of staring,” Kylie said, slower now, “I keep thinking about this girl at the office. Blonde ponytail, perfect posture. Sits two desks away and crosses her legs every time I walk by like she knows exactly what that does to me.” Sasha’s fingers stilled around the stem of her glass. “She notice?” “She smiles when I watch. Lingers. Sometimes she leans back a little, lets the chair push her tits up so I have to look.” Kylie exhaled, softer. “I got off last night thinking about her taking her panties off under that desk while I kept talking to her like nothing’s happening. Telling her to leave them on her chair when she goes to lunch. That kind of detail.” Sasha’s throat clicked when she swallowed. On the other end Kylie laughed once, quiet and knowing, and the call kept breathing between them like skin cooling on silk sheets.