Afraid to Get Caught

Lyra's finger hits the doorbell before she thinks twice about who might answer. Scarlett's mom opens the door instead. Footsteps hurry down the stairs as Scarlett rushes to greet her. Her mother starts grilling her right there in the hallway. If they're just watching movies all night, why are they dressed like they're going out? The girls shrug it off, claiming it's just tank tops and shorts, nothing special. But the mom smells a rat. She recognizes Lyra's type on sight. Been there herself once, knows the game of slipping someone in after the lights go out. Lyra turns on the charm, tries talking her way out of the warning. Doesn't work. The mom promises to keep watch. The girls bolt upstairs to Scarlett's room and their mouths crash together immediately, laughing between kisses about the boys they aren't interested in at all. Scarlett has no clue. Neither one of them is straight. They missed each other even though they saw each other yesterday. Lyra takes charge, peels Scarlett's shirt off and latches onto her tits, telling her how sweet they taste. Shorts drop next. Lyra's mouth slides down between Scarlett's legs. Scarlett's hand clamps hard over her own mouth when the orgasm hits, muffling every sound. They both know if her mother catches wind of this, they're finished.