Young and playful

Nelly and Cat have known each other long enough that their silences feel comfortable, yet something new has crept in, a quiet pull that outshines every stale conversation about boys. Today they stop circling it. Nelly draws Cat in by the hips, mouth pressed soft then firmer until they taste themselves on each other’s lips. She sinks lower, breath hot against bare skin, and drags the flat of her tongue straight over Cat’s swollen clit, once, twice, savoring the salt and shiver she pulls from her. Cat spreads wider on the sheets, thighs tense, fingers twisted in Nelly’s hair, guiding her in tighter. Every slow lap makes Cat’s hips jump; Nelly answers with quick, purposeful flicks, then sucks gently, just long enough to feel the tiny pulse against her tongue. Cat’s moan turns hoarse as her first orgasm slips free, quick and sweet. Nelly doesn’t ease off. She keeps her lips sealed, tongue sliding lower and back again, relentless, until Cat’s second climax rips through her and leaves her shaking against the pillow, glistening on Nelly’s mouth.