Splash

Charlene cracked the bathroom door, ready to back out when she saw Bailey already under the spray. “Sorry,” she muttered, cheeks hot. Bailey looked over her shoulder and smiled. “No problem. Get in here. Two bodies, one shower—why waste water?” Surprised, Charlene stepped inside anyway, the steam already slicking her skin. Blonde hair, wet and darker now, clung to her collarbones; Bailey’s darker strands were plastered along her spine. She reached for the soap and lathered her hands, slick and slow. Charlene watched the suds trail over tight young curves, nipples tightening under the water’s heat. Bailey’s fingers brushed soap across Charlene’s stomach, then lower, sliding between her thighs with calm certainty. Charlene’s breath hitched. She leaned back against the cool tile, legs parting, the sound of water hitting tile and skin mixing with the soft, wet sounds of Bailey’s fingers working deeper. Bailey’s mouth found Charlene’s neck, teeth grazing, then soothing. Their hips rocked together, slippery and insistent, until the shower filled with the quiet gasps of two girls learning every inch of each other under the spray.