Fur

Cherryjul had wanted a fur coat forever. When the moment finally came, she stood in front of the mirror, the heavy pelt sliding down her naked shoulders like warm hands. The silk lining kissed her bare skin. She smiled at herself—half caged animal, half queen. She invited Juliette over to share the sight. The door opened and the coat came off in one quiet shrug. The fur slipped away, pooling at her feet. Juliette looked at the naked girl, then at the dark, glistening sleeve crumpled between them. She picked it up and held it to her own bare breasts, feeling the same heat still inside it. Then she crossed the room, fur forgotten on the floor, and pressed Cherryjul against the glass where the reflected city watched. Her fingers curled between Cherryjul’s thighs—slick, open, already throbbing. Cherryjul gasped. The coat lay beside them like a pelt they’d both skinned, but the heat they shared belonged only to skin now.