A touch can change everything

Kitty and Sharolta began as friends. Then one day a hand found flesh it hadn't meant to find, lingered too long, pressed just right. Nothing stayed the same after that. Now when they meet, tongues replace talk, clothes disappear, and the air grows thick with breath and need. Kitty's fingers slide between Sharolta's thighs and trace the slick heat there until Sharolta gasps and opens wider. Sharolta answers with slow circles around Kitty's clit, every stroke perfect, intimate, endless. They move together in long waves, coax each other higher, come hard and wet against each other's hands, then start again. They lose count of the orgasms. They never count at all.