Flashback: Part 1

Riley curls under the blanket, cracked leather notebook heavy in her hands. A soft blur takes the bedroom. When she stands, the walls have aged. The air smells like cigarettes and cheap incense. She follows the low whimper down the hall, her old jeans feeling wrong, tighter around the hips than she remembers. At the bedroom doorway she sees two women—her own age—on the bed. One of them wears a silver stud through each small nipple. The other is all smooth skin, breasts shifting as she leans back, open. Between her legs the pierced girl works with a quick, knowing tongue, then two slender fingers. The sheets grow damp. A male voice somewhere off-screen says Raveness can fuck his girlfriend Ashley any night. Riley swallows, pulse loud. The tongue keeps moving. Fingers curl, press, and the smooth-skinned girl arches, comes hard enough that the headboard taps the wall. Ashley sits up, hair wild, eyes hungry, and pushes the other girl down. She spreads her, tastes her, then slips one finger, two, until Raveness’ hips lift, begging. Ash twists her wrist, draws a wet sound from her, then climbs over, lines up, and grinds—slick, bare skin against slick. Riley watches the slow, heavy rock of their cunts sliding together and feels a sudden pulse between her own legs. Raveness shivers, reaches for Ashley’s mouth. Riley’s fingers press against the doorframe, knuckles white. She hears the bedsprings creak, the breath catch, and Nickey slide off the mattress, walking toward the hall. Riley freezes.