Girls In White, Scene #007 002

Heather’s fingers brushed the rim of her glass as she leaned against the patio railing. “We don’t have to stay here,” she said. Her voice was quiet, almost private. She stepped closer, tracing a small circle on the inside of Veronica’s wrist with her thumb. “Come upstairs with me.” The hallway beyond the double doors was cool and dim, all marble and heavy drapes. The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Veronica’s back met the nearest wall. Heather pressed in, one bare thigh slipping between Veronica’s legs, dress riding high enough to bare lace. Their mouths met hard, lips parting fast, tongues meeting in a wet slide that left them both breathing harder. Heather’s hand found Veronica’s zipper, drew it down in one slow pull. Silk pooled at Veronica’s feet. Heather’s palm covered her breast through black mesh; the nipple tightened under the touch. She tugged the cup aside and took it into her mouth, teeth scraping lightly until Veronica’s breath caught. Veronica’s hands fumbled at Heather’s waistband. Fabric gave. The first glide of fingers over slick heat made Heather groan, low and small, into the soft skin under Veronica’s jaw. She rocked against those fingers, hips rolling, heat slick and urgent. When Veronica curled them deeper, Heather’s thighs trembled. She bit gently at the pulse in Veronica’s throat and pushed harder, chasing the rhythm. They dropped to the bed in a tangle of limbs and half-off clothing. Veronica’s legs spread wide; Heather slid down, tongue dragging a wet path from navel to clit. She licked in slow, deliberate strokes, then sucked once, firm, before she did it again. Veronica’s fingers tightened in her hair. Each cry drove Heather on until she felt the first sharp clench of muscles under her tongue, the tremble in Veronica’s belly, the sudden flood of wetness that coated her lips. Heather rose, lips shiny, and kissed her deep, letting Veronica taste herself. Fingers found fingers between them; they pressed together, grinding wet heat against the backs of each other’s knuckles until both cried out, mouths open, breath shared, hips shaking hard against the sheets.