Party brunettes

Lolli sprawls across the bed, legs parted, Evelyn already working between her thighs. Both still high from the laced champagne they snuck out of the party. Evelyn's tongue moves slow at first, slick and sure, the way she learned on her own body months ago. Lolli bucks against her mouth, sweat streaking the silk sheet beneath them. The first drink hit hard enough that every nerve feels raw. Evelyn reaches up and pinches a nipple, rolls it, draws a sharp whimper from Lolli that breaks into a laugh. Later they'll remember this as the exact second they crossed over, and nothing afterward will feel ordinary.