Shower for Two

Aaliyah ran into Jana on the hill during her usual morning loop. They decided to run together—she knew the trails, and Jana was still learning her way around. One loop stretched into two, then three. When they finally stopped, lungs burning, Aaliyah rubbed the back of her neck and winced. "Come over," Jana offered, easy as anything. "I’ll work the kink out." Friends now, right? Aaliyah stripped in her guest bathroom and stepped under the hot spray, ready for a proper knead on the mattress. Jana followed—naked, tan, nipples already tight. She closed the door behind her. Aaliyah’s pulse jumped. Jana slid in and started slow, fingertips gliding over wet shoulders, then lower, cupping the curve of Aaliyah’s ass. Soap slickened every stroke. "I happen to know your husband’s been pretty busy," she murmured against Aaliyah’s ear. "Swing parties. Every month." Aaliyah tried to laugh it off, but Jana’s hand never stopped moving—circling, squeezing, claiming. "I’ve got pictures, timestamps, everything. You want proof, or do you want what he’s too selfish to give you?" Her palm slipped between Aaliyah’s thighs. The first deliberate swipe of her thumb across slick skin pulled a sharp gasp. Jana smiled against her throat. "Thought so. You didn’t meet me for a running partner. You met me because you need a woman’s tongue for the first time."