Double Sophie

Two identical blondes stretch across the sheets, legs threaded, lips brushing collarbones. One cups a breast, thumb circling a nipple until it tightens; the other sighs and returns the touch, fingers sliding lower. Their skin still tastes of salt and speed, the rush from the car lingering in the tremble of each kiss. Every slow stroke echoes the last, doubling the ache, doubling the heat, until the room feels smaller and the air thicker, and the only finish line left is the one they set together.