Paper Thin Walls

Gianna Dior and Jade Baker, two teen girlfriends, are at Gianna's place. Jade keeps twisting her hands. She's never met Alexis Fawx before and dreads the moment. Gianna lounges on the bed, cigarette smoke drifting through the curtains, and swears her mom is old-school but won't bite. Alexis arrives an hour later. Gianna just throws out their names like nothing's on the line. Jade barely manages to nod. Still, Alexis's handshake is firm and her smile warmer than expected. Conversation flows, so Gianna pushes: can Jade crash here? Alexis pauses, then points a manicured finger: separate rooms or no deal. Night deepens. Jade lies in the guest bed listening to Gianna's low voice through the drywall, words slithering through the vents. At first Jade trembles about getting busted. Gianna laughs softly and says they're technically following the rule; neither of them crossed a doorway. Then she whispers filth about how wet she is, what she'd do if the wall wasn't there. Jade's breath shortens. Her own hand slips between her thighs. They trade strokes through spoken imagery, turning each other hotter with every filthy line. A door clicks. Jade bolts, heartbeat drumming in her ears. She lands on Gianna's sheets in a tangle of mouths and quick hands. Tongues flick stiff nipples; spit glistens between parted thighs. They switch between lapping each other deep and grinding cunt to cunt until Jade comes hard enough to bite the pillow. Gianna covers her mouth, rocking faster, riding Jade's slick heat to her own finish. A sharp knock rattles the doorframe. Both girls freeze, sweat cooling on bare skin. Alexis's voice filters through: "Everything okay in there?" Heartbeats take over the silence.