Thrill Her

Kristen led April into the boarded-up shell of a warehouse, hand tight around her wrist. April stayed glued to her back, breath stuttering at every echo. Kristen smirked—every gasp from her friend was invitation. She waited until April’s feet dragged, then whispered she heard something behind them. April buried her face in Kristen’s shoulder, nails digging hard. They threaded deeper, picking through gutted filing cabinets and cracked windows. April begged to turn back, but Kristen kept nudging her toward the only intact room. Inside sat an iron-framed bed stripped bare. Kristen flopped onto the mattress and tugged April down after her. Silence thickened. Kristen rolled onto her side, eyes steady. "Been wanting you for weeks. You feel it too?" April sat bolt-upright, eyes wide. "I’m not gay," she choked, cheeks flaming. Then, smaller, "But you are really hot." Kristen leaned closer. "Never been with a girl? I can fix that." Fingers slipped under April’s shirt, lifting it. Kristen mouthed over one small breast, tongue circling the nipple until April moaned and arched. Her jeans came off next. Kristen slid between spread thighs, kissing down April’s stomach, then pressed her mouth hard against the wet heat waiting. April bucked, legs locking around Kristen’s head. Fear left the room. Moans echoed instead. When Kristen finally rose, lips shiny, April dragged her back down, shaking but hungry. The question hanging: once their hearts slowed, would April still want this new hunger, or would the dark swallow them both again?