GOTM - Showcase: Karla Kush

Karla dragged Jenna to an empty hall, wrong day, wrong crowd. They crashed on the couch anyway, too beat to drive straight back. Jenna let out what hurt. Karla listened the way she always had. Old friends. Years deep. Nothing crossed until their eyes locked longer than they should. Karla leaned in. Said maybe Jenna needed to quit men for a minute, maybe see what a woman’s hands can do. Jenna shook her head once, afraid they’d wreck everything. Karla touched her anyway, slow and sure. They met halfway and kissed like it had been waiting in the air between them. Karla stripped the shirt right off Jenna and exposed her breasts, fingers already moving. Something broke between them and something new took its place.