When the Cat's Away

India was on the phone before the door clicked shut, lying smooth to her husband while Nina slipped inside. They didn’t waste breath on hellos. Nina grabbed the collar of India’s robe and shoved her against the wall. Mouths crashed. Hands tore fabric aside. Nina pushed two fingers up inside her, fast and mean. India sucked air through her teeth and came back harder, sliding onto her knees and yanking Nina’s panties down. They ended up on the rug, legs locked, hips grinding like they meant to fuck each other inside-out. Sweat slicked their skin. Tongues dragged over swollen clits. When they switched to a tight scissor, skin slapping wet against skin, Nina drove down until both their cunts were pulsing, spraying hot and sudden, ruining the floor and their thighs with everything they’d held back for too long.