Mutual Feelings

Lacy barged into Keira's room like something had gone wrong. Keira sat on the bed, twisting her hands together. "Sit down," she said, voice cracking. Lacy dropped beside her and laced their fingers tight. Keira let it spill. Lesbian. In love with her best friend. Lacy felt the words slam into her chest, yet the shock lasted half a breath. She'd been hiding the same craving. No big speech, no slow build. Lacy leaned in, kissed her friend once—light, scared of everything it might wreck. Keira surged forward and the room turned into fire. Tongues, breath, teeth. Lacy clawed Keira's shirt up over her tits, fingers sinking into soft flesh, nipples already stiff. Keira ripped at Lacy's zipper, shoved a hand down her panties, found her slick, swollen, desperate. Clothes flew, sheets twisted. Keira's mouth sucked hard at Lacy's neck while two fingers drove inside her, fucking her open with wet, filthy sounds. Lacy threw Keira onto her back, spread her legs, licked up her slit in one rough stroke, then sealed her mouth over Keira's clit and sucked till Keira shook. Sweat. Moans. Lacy pushed her thigh between Keira's, grinding until both were slick with each other's come, bodies slamming in rhythm so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. They came together, shaking, mouths locked, the secret they used to fear now dripping down their thighs.