Don't be a geek!

Aletta Ocean stretched out across her sofa, thumbing the glossy iPad with one nail. The tablet cast a cool square of light over her cleavage, reflecting the silk robe slipping lower with every absent tug. Brandy closed the front door quietly and watched the robe part another inch. "Hey," she said, voice low and sure. Aletta answered only with a soft hum, eyes pinned to the screen. Brandy crossed the room in two steps, bent, and pressed a kiss to the smooth slope of her friend’s collarbone. Aletta’s thumb stalled. Brandy lifted the tablet away, set it on the coffee table, and slid onto the couch, pushing soft lips over round, warm skin. Without pause, she opened the robe fully, smoothed a slow palm down until two fingers slipped between already-slick folds. Aletta arched, breath catching, as Brandy’s knuckles pushed deeper and curled at exactly the right angle, stroking slow and deliberate while the raven-haired girl’s thighs trembled and tightened around her wrist.