Girlfriends

Lorna shares my flat. We once let the same man into our beds until he started lying to us both. Now we keep our nights between ourselves. Safer that way. Hotter too. We know exactly how to touch each other, what makes the other come faster, longer. No games. No excuses. Just skin and breath and sweat on cool sheets. She wakes me in the morning with her mouth between my legs, tongue steady, fingers curled inside me like she owns the place. I repay her in the shower, water running over our backs while I kneel on the tiles and taste her until her knees buckle. Evening turns us shameless. She bends me over the kitchen counter, fucks me with the strap until the coffee goes cold. Later we collapse in a tangle, legs locked, fingers still moving lazily because stopping feels wrong. We laugh about the past lover sometimes, then forget him completely when one of us whispers something filthy and the other answers with a moan.