Girls in White #02

Penny's fingers traced the rim of her empty glass, voice trembling as she told Kelly about another Friday night gone to waste. Kelly moved behind the counter and slid butter across cold marble. She pressed flour into a dough that came together fast, then rolled it flat. The pie took shape without hurry—Peach, ripe fruit sliced thick, sugar kissed over the tops. Penny watched the lattice form. When Kelly lifted the finished pie from the oven, the crust shone deep gold and the scent clung to their skin. Talk drifted to the coming White party. Kelly set the knife aside, stood, and slipped her summer dress off one shoulder. She let it fall. Bare now, she walked across cool tiles and turned once, slow. Penny's breath caught. Kelly's nipples tightened from the kitchen's evening chill, a flush rising where the white fabric had pressed earlier. She touched the tops of her own thighs, parting them just enough to show the pale strip where the sun hadn't touched. Every line of her body said more than words could about what waited behind those pale gates.