Double Pleasure

The kiss from last night still burns on Elsa's lips. She can taste India's mouth, feel the push of her tongue, the heat of her breath. Finally someone to share this city with. Someone who might love her back. India lays tangled with Brianna in the other room. They meet like this every week—secret touches, secret talk. Brianna's fingers drift up India's thigh. India mentions her new tenant, voice soft with worry. Brianna smiles at that tender heart of hers, then leans in and kisses her. India hooks her leg between Brianna's thighs, and Brianna starts grinding, slow and sure. Moans slip through the wall. Elsa presses close, ear to plaster. Too focused to notice footsteps. The door opens. Another blonde stands there. Charlotte. She catches Elsa eavesdropping, grins. Asks if they missed the best part. Says the show has barely started. Charlotte drops onto Elsa's bed, pats the empty space beside her. Elsa hesitates, then joins. They listen together, breathing the same air. Soon Charlotte's hand moves between her legs. Elsa watches, heart hammering, then follows. Two blondes side by side, fingers working to the wet sounds of India licking Brianna. Both girls lost in the same raw thought—tasting India's cunt, feeling those breasts in their hands.