Hot Coffee

It began quietly enough. Gelina and Tiffany sat with their coffee, the older woman and her younger friend trading easy gossip like always. Then something shifted. Tiffany set her cup down, crossed the table, and straddled Gelina’s lap. Their mouths met before either of them could speak. Gelina’s hand slid up Tiffany’s skirt, finding warm skin and the damp edge of cotton panties already clinging to her slit. Tiffany moaned into the kiss, grinding against Gelina’s fingers as they pushed the fabric aside and slipped inside. The room filled with wet sounds and quick breaths. Gelina worked two fingers deep, curling them until Tiffany’s thighs shook. She pulled the girl’s top open, freed small breasts, and sucked one tight nipple into her mouth, biting just enough to make Tiffany buck harder against her hand. They didn’t stop until Tiffany came hard, clenching around those fingers, and Gelina kept stroking through every tremor, the coffee growing cold beside them.