Lesbian Weekend

They rented the cabin in the hills for beauty, for quiet, and for cunt. Nicole and Vanessa stripped the second the door clicked shut. Sunlight slid across hardwood floors while fingers slid through wet folds, both of them dropping to knees whenever the hunger hit. Between hikes they stretched on the bed and took turns spreading each other, tongues pressing flat then curling tight inside slick heat, thighs locked around ears, the kind of greedy sounds that echoed off the timber walls. Rain moved in one afternoon; they didn’t care. Nicole rode Vanessa’s face for twenty long minutes, hips grinding a slow wet circle while the sky opened above the roof, juices mixing on Vanessa’s chin, lips swollen and shining. Later they hiked, came back sweating, tore the clothes off again, Vanessa on her back with legs wide, Nicole lapping at her clit until her whole body jolted and a fresh rush spilled across her tongue. Nothing tender in the rhythm, just raw need met with open mouths. When they finally rested, the scent of sex clung to everything—sheets, hair, the warm skin between their thighs—and tomorrow waited like another chance to taste.