Backstage of Friends having fun

Jo and Sandy crave pussy the same way other people crave sleep. Always have. Back in college they fucked their way through half the dorm floor. Graduation never changed it. Still finding themselves naked on strangers' couches at two in the morning, legs open, wet. They talk about this like other girls talk about vacations. Some nights it feels almost businesslike, the way they know each other's bodies so well. Sandy on her knees now, cheek resting against Jo's thigh, breath warm. Jo's hand in her hair, not pushing, just holding. The room smells like them. They do this for hours sometimes and never call it love.