Refreshing banana - part 2.

Eve Angel stretches first, toes curling against the warm stone. Light wind moves over her thighs and she sighs, half a laugh, the sound warm and low. Beside her Alison bites into a slice of banana, juice on her lower lip. Janelle watches that lip, then leans in to taste it for herself. Three girls barefoot, sun-heavy, already wet between the legs and doing nothing to hide it. Eve slides her foot along Alison’s calf, slow, leaving a faint trail of lotion and sweat. Alison answers by pressing the fruit to Eve’s mouth, letting her lick the flesh, then her fingers. Janelle is quicker; she slips between them, kisses the inside of Eve’s knee, then lower, finding the arch, tongue tracing the curve while Alison holds the ankle steady. Eve’s breath shortens. Her free hand finds Janelle’s hair, guides her, not rough, just sure. The three move like they have all afternoon and nowhere else to be. Alison takes the last piece of fruit, smears it across her own nipple, watches Eve’s mouth follow. Juice runs down her breast; Janelle licks it away before it can reach the hip. Feet tangle. Fingers slide. The only sounds are soft sucking, the faint slap of skin meeting skin, the occasional gasp when a tongue finds the exact spot that makes thighs jump. They keep going, unhurried, greedy, three girls turning a quiet afternoon into something hotter than the sun on their backs.