Pink on pink

Aliza arrived first, then Niki, both dropping their overnight bags inside the door. Charlene finished setting up the glasses and turned the volume down on the television. They had decided on a classics night with wine and popcorn, though none of them seemed in any rush to press play. Niki sprawled on the floor in front of the screen while popcorn popped in the kitchen. The smell drifted through the room. Aliza kicked her sandals off and crawled over to her, running her hands up Niki’s thighs and under the loose hem of her dress. Niki opened her legs wider. Charlene watched them from the sofa, one knee bent beneath her chin. Aliza’s fingers moved with purpose, slipping under the cotton edge of Niki’s panties and rubbing the soft heat there until Niki’s hips lifted off the rug. Niki let out a low moan, pressed her palm against Aliza’s breast through the thin shirt, and squeezed. They did not bother to hide it. The microwave dinged, but nobody moved. Niki rolled onto her back, dress bunched at her waist, and Aliza pulled the panties aside completely. She leaned down and licked slow stripes up the wet seam of Niki’s cunt, tongue parting the swollen lips and flicking the stiff clit. Niki sighed through parted lips. Her fingers knotted in Aliza’s hair, guiding the rhythm, urging harder pressure. Charlene set her glass on the coffee table and knelt beside them. She kissed the side of Niki’s neck, then slid her own hand between the two girls until her fingertip found Niki’s slick entrance. Aliza made room. Charlene pushed two fingers inside and pumped them steadily, curling to graze the spot that made Niki’s thighs tremble. Aliza kept sucking the clit, lips sealed around it, tongue working quick circles. The muscles around Charlene’s fingers clenched tight, fluttered, released again. Niki came silently at first, a sharp breath caught in her throat, followed by a low groan that shook her whole body. Her juices coated Charlene’s knuckles. They didn’t stop. Aliza rose to her knees, shrugged off her shirt, and straddled Niki’s face, panties already soaked at the crotch. Niki’s tongue met the thin fabric, pushed it aside, and licked straight into Aliza’s pussy. Charlene stayed where she was, sucking on Niki’s nipples now, teeth grazing the stiff peaks while her hand slid lower again. The air smelled of buttered popcorn and salt and sex. None of them bothered to get the bowl.