Girlfriends at home

Sophie and I get along just fine, but the spark really came from the new girl we invited. Tight skin. Curious eyes. We stripped her slowly, letting our hands warm every inch before anything else happened. Sophie pressed the smaller toy against the newcomer’s mouth and told her to taste it first. Once it glistened she slid the slick head between spread thighs, easing it inside until the new girl gasped and arched. I slipped my own thicker vibrator between Sophie’s legs, and for a while the room was only wet sounds and breathing. When Sophie pushed deeper the newcomer’s hips jerked; her breath turned ragged, fingers gripping the sheet. I angled mine against Sophie’s clit at the same time, matching the rhythm until all three of us started to shake. The new girl came first—fast, loud, her thighs locking around Sophie’s wrist. Sophie followed with a sharp cry, her free hand reaching for my mouth. I let her suck my fingers while the final pulses ran through us, and the afternoon slid into that delicious hush that settles after bodies stop moving.