Nap Time Anyone?

Karlie and Malia spent their afternoons at each other's houses and nobody asked why. Both families assumed the usual girl stuff: movies, gossip, pillow talk. Nobody guessed that behind closed doors the girls stripped each other slowly, tracing the soft curves and hard little nipples that they had learned to touch just right. They never rushed. Their tongues traced delicate paths—Karlie circling Malia's clit until her hips jerked and breath caught, Malia spreading Karlie's slick lips wide and licking deep. Wetness glistened on pale thighs, the air sweetened with each shuddering moan. When the two girls were finally spent, they lay tangled together—legs open, skin flushed—and the silence said everything their parents would never be told.