Cougariffic: Pretend Parent

Eliza raps on the door, dressed like she's walked into the wrong neighborhood. Sheena opens it—leather pants, no bra, cocked eyebrow. Eliza grins, calls her Mrs. Donovan, babble about being the new sitter. Sheena lets the lie ride. She smiles slow and drags the girl inside. Inside it gets weirder fast. Sheena starts inventing a kid that doesn’t exist—nap time this, teething that. Eliza asks about a favorite toy; Sheena bolts to the kitchen, returns with a whisk like it’s some kind of heirloom. Eliza blinks, but Sheena’s already sliding closer, tongue flicking the edge of a smirk. “Fun’s fun,” Sheena whispers, sliding her palm under Eliza’s shirt. Fingers find bare skin, circle a nipple till it tightens. Eliza’s breath catches, then she pushes into the touch. Clothes drop to the floor in clumsy heaps. Sheena drops to her knees, spreads Eliza open on the couch, tongue stroking wet heat until the girl’s thighs shake. They trade places, hips rocking, fingers buried knuckle-deep, sucking each other’s taste off each other’s mouths. Eliza doesn’t ask where the kid is when she finally realizes the address mistake. She’s still panting, legs slick, when she laughs and pulls Sheena back for another kiss.