We ALL Deserve A Day Off!

Mackenzie yanks the phone from her bag the second Brittany's car peels out the driveway. No school today. Not for her. Aften shows up already wet and wanting. The minute she's inside they slam against each other, tongues greedy, fingers frantic. Hands push up under shirts, thumbs twist nipples through cotton, soft little sounds get cut off by desperate kisses. The click of the front door happens too quick. Brittany stands there, purse in hand, throat catching at the sight of two hot girls tangled on the couch. Her mouth opens to yell but the look in her eyes burns different. Shock and heat fight inside her. "We just wanted one day," Mackenzie pleads, chin still wet from Aften's spit. Aften presses closer, one knee sliding up Mackenzie's thigh like she can't stop herself. They talk fast about homework and exhaustion, fling Brittany's own crazy schedule back at her. Brittany should be furious, should ground them both, but her cheeks flame and her fingers twist around her bag strap. Mackenzie spots that flush. A sly grin cuts across her face. "You need a day off too, Mom. Come here." The girls beckon, crooning that Brittany deserves to feel good, right here, right now. Brittany's breath stutters. The purse hits the floor.