Mutual Interests

They share an understanding no one talks about. Irma gives Candy the rent money and pays for her classes. Candy pays her back on her knees, mouth wet and working, tongue dragging slow through grey curls before slipping between pink, heavy lips. Irma leans back in her chair, silver hair pinned, lips parted, thighs parted wider. Candy makes little noises when the older woman swells against her tongue. She pushes deeper, licks faster, and Irma’s hand finds the back of her head, holding her there just long enough. When the older woman comes, she doesn’t make a sound—only a small, satisfied sigh and a tremor that runs straight down her spine.