Best friends

She kissed the blonde first, slow and deep, while the redhead watched from the edge of the bed. The two girls wore nothing but lace panties and soft smiles. Light from the bedside lamp made the blonde’s hair look almost white against the sheets. The redhead climbed in behind her, running warm hands down her sides until the blonde shivered and arched. Their mouths met again, then again, wet sounds filling the small room. Fingers slipped under lace, tugged it aside. The redhead kissed the inside of the blonde’s thigh, slow, teasing, leaving a glossy trail. When the blonde opened for her, the redhead buried her face, tongue flicking, lips sucking. The blonde moaned, clutching at the sheets. Soon the three of them tangled, limbs sliding, sweat mixing, mouths and fingers everywhere. The redhead’s curls spilled over pale skin while the blonde’s free hand stroked between her friend’s legs, finding her already slick. They moved together in a slow, greedy rhythm, hips rolling, breath catching, until pleasure rolled through them in tight, trembling waves.