Women Seeking Women #67

She had her mouth around him before the words left her throat. Hard. Wet. Wrapping tight while her eyes burned black, offering her neck like she didn't know better. I watched. The three of us tangled in heat and old air from a house nobody remembered. Her left hand held his belt open. Right hand clutched the back of his thigh and squeezed like she wanted a bruise, and maybe he did too. Sweat started where they met. It slid down. The linen curtain stuck damp to the window and clung for half a second when I cracked it open. Somewhere downstairs, a floorboard swallowed a creak like it was trying not to look.