Girls in the bathroom

Kathia and Candy should’ve been heading out. Instead they lingered by the vanity, leaning close, breathing each other in. One kiss turned wet, then another, until hands disappeared under tiny dresses and thighs parted on the marble counter. No words. Just wet sounds and quickened breath. They took it to the bedroom. Skirts came off in impatient tugs. Candy pushed Kathia onto her back, spread her open, and lowered her mouth. Her tongue moved in slow, firm strokes at first, tasting, learning. Then harder, flatter. Kathia’s hips lifted, her moans spilling freely while Candy kept at it. They swapped. Kathia bent Candy over the edge of the bed and worked her tongue between swollen lips until Candy cried out, grinding back against her face. The rhythm never slowed. They kept going, lips slick, fingers digging into soft flesh, until the sheets were damp and their mouths were sore and they’d forgotten the party entirely.