Warm Welcome

Adia Sweet had barely shut her own door before she crossed the lawn. Standard routine: new address, quick hello next door. She expected tea and polite nods. Instead Nesty answered in a silk slip the color of wet slate, nipples already tight from the evening chill. The handshake stretched, then lingered. Two minutes later Adia’s palm cupped Nesty’s breast through the thin fabric and her thumb found the hard peak. Nesty answered by sliding a cool hand up Adia’s thigh and finding the edge of lace between her legs. Neither woman bothered closing the door. Fingers slipped past elastic, parted slick folds, and the first low gasp cut through the quiet hallway like a key turning. Introductions were done. The wetness on Adia’s knuckles promised many more afternoons.