The Naked Life

Alexis came home from the beach and dropped the robe right in the hallway. Clothes were out. Skin was in. She told Dillion to strip too. The girl shrugged and peeled off her tank top like it was nothing. Morning found Dillion naked at the stove, flipping eggs. Alexis stood just out of sight, back to the wall, two fingers working fast and quiet between her legs. Juice ran down her wrist. She bit her lip to stay silent. Later the girl rolled out her mat on the grass. Alexis crouched behind the hedge, clit rolling under her thumb, breath sharp through her teeth. Every room, every corner—there she was, circling her swollen bud whenever the teen turned her back. Dillion caught her near the bathroom door, knuckles white around the towel bar, thighs glistening. Alexis didn’t flinch. She stepped closer, voice low, daring the girl to touch herself too. Dillion’s face flushed, but the older woman’s fingers already grazed her wrist, guiding her hand down. “Feel that,” Alexis whispered, sliding two digits through the wet heat, circling slow, teaching rhythm by touch. Soft kisses landed on Dillion’s throat, then lower, until Alexis knelt and opened the teen with her tongue. Every slick fold tasted sweet. Alexis sucked the swollen clit, pulled a sharp cry from Dillion’s chest, then drank every fresh pulse that followed. In the bedroom Alexis dragged the girl onto fresh sheets, hips locked, swollen clits rubbing hard and hot. She thrust fast, breath hissing, until she came with a broken moan, grinding down through the aftershocks. Still trembling, she straddled Dillion’s mouth, riding the tongue in slow, filthy circles. Dillion licked like she was starving. When the teen climbed on top, her hips snapped frantic, slick sounds loud in the room, until she came shaking, slick coating Alexis’s thigh.