Catching Up

Effie grew up in colder times. A woman with her mouth between another woman's thighs could land her in serious trouble. Those days belong to someone else's lifetime. Now the young ones laugh loud, kiss in bars, and pull her back to their flats with heat in their eyes. She accepts every invitation. White cotton sheets cool her spine while eager fingers tug down lace and press her open. Tongues flick against her wet center, teeth graze her nipples, and she answers with her own slow, greedy mouth until the girl's thighs tremble and the mattress rocks. Between each conquest, brief silence, a shared cigarette, then the door clicks shut behind her. She keeps moving. Youth offers itself again every night, and she takes what time once denied her.