Magic makeover

Lis holds the brush like it belongs in her hand. She sweeps it across Lilja’s cheek, and the pale skin warms under the soft bristles. One stroke, another, and the girl’s face comes alive. Her eyes brighten, her mouth softens, and something inside her shifts. She wants Lis to want her. Wants the blonde to feel heat when she looks at her tonight. Lis leans closer. The mirror reflects both of them, Lilja in the chair, golden hair tumbling, and Lis behind her, dark strands brushing the bare shoulder. A fingertip glides along the line of Lilja’s jaw, then lower, tracing the curve of her collarbone. The skin prickles. Lilja exhales, her chest rising faster. She presses her thighs together. The need is sharp now, a pulse between her legs. She turns her head just enough that their mouths nearly touch. Her lips part. Lis smiles, slow, and lets the brush drop to the table. Her hand slips beneath the thin strap of Lilja’s top, pulling it down. A breast slips free, the nipple already tight. Lis takes it between her lips, sucks once, gently, then harder. Lilja’s fingers find the back of Lis’s neck, holding her there. They move without hurry. The chair creaks when Lilja stands. Her skirt rides up as she straddles Lis’s thigh. The heat between her legs soaks through the cotton. Lis reaches behind, grips both cheeks, and pulls her down harder. Lilja rocks once, twice, then stills, breath caught. She feels the length of Lis’s fingers sliding under the skirt, finding the slick seam, parting it. One finger, then two, push inside. Lilja gasps, forehead pressed to Lis’s temple. They stay close like that, mouths brushing, breathing the same air. Lilja’s hips move in small, tight circles around the fingers working inside her. Every stroke pulls a soft sound from her throat. Her clit drags against Lis’s palm with every shift. She can feel the blonde’s other hand between her own legs now, knuckles brushing her through denim, the pressure steady and sure. Lilja comes with a broken moan, clenching around Lis’s fingers, thighs shaking. Lis kisses the corner of her mouth, then the center, tasting the tremor there. When Lilja opens her eyes again, the girl looking back from the mirror is flushed, lips swollen, hair a little wild. Ready for the party. Ready for whatever else might happen tonight.