Xmas Helper

Christmas decorations half-strung across the table. Teena's fingers slip trying to knot a ribbon, cheeks already flushed from more than the heat of mulled wine. Helen watches her a moment, then steps close enough that their thighs brush. No words needed. Helen's palm slides beneath the hem of Teena's dress, knuckles grazing warm skin, until fingers find the thin strip of lace stretched over her. Teena's breath catches, ribbon forgotten. Helen's other hand cups a breast through the fabric, thumb circling once, slow, until the nipple tightens. Teena grinds back against her without shame, hips rolling in silent invitation. Helen tugs the lace aside, strokes her in one slick motion, then presses two fingers in deep. Teena exhales sharp, head tipping against Helen's shoulder. They stay there, wrapped in tinsel and half-lit lights, while Helen works her open with steady, patient thrusts.