Lesbian Seductions #01

Rain turns the avenue into a river by midnight. They wade through ankle-deep water, bangs plastered to their foreheads, until they find the narrow stairwell above the flooded bar. Inside, the heat hits their faces like breath on a neck. Clothes cling and weigh. Two women work without asking. One peels the younger girl's soaked denim, the other tugs the tank top straight over her head until bare breasts pop free. Fingers follow the sudden chill of damp skin, warming it with slow, knowing strokes. They sandwich her on the narrow couch—front and back—wet thighs pressed together. Hands glide downward, parting folds, finding slick heat beneath the river-cold. One tongue replaces cold fingers. Another slides in deep, curling until a gasp cuts the air. They trade places twice, never hurrying the younger one to quiet. When she finally spills, her moan is sharp as the thunder outside and the only thing left damp is the cushion beneath them.