Welcoming My New Neighbor

Brandy Smile rang the buzzer with the excuse of borrowing sugar. Peaches answered wearing nothing but a silk robe and the same temperature rising outside. One cocktail led to another. They sat on the balcony sipping, straws between plump lips, ice clicking against the glass. Condensation ran down the curves of the tumblers and down the slope between Peach's breasts, visible when the robe slipped. Their eyes followed the water. They leaned closer. Tongues pressed against plastic straws, cheeks hollowed, the wet sound cut through the heavy air. The sight hit both of them at once. Brandy set her drink down, stood, and peeled the robe from Peach's shoulders. Skin hot against skin. Hands sliding low, fingers slick with melted ice and something slicker. They ended up inside, knees on the rug, mouths switching between throats and nipples and between each other's thighs. Moans bounced off white walls while fans whirred uselessly above them.