Galentine's Day

Reese mopes around the house, another Valentine's Day wasted. Sophia notices the sulking and stops her in the hallway. Why spend the day feeling sorry for themselves when they could pamper each other instead? Call it Galentine's Day, make the best of being alone. Reese perks up fast. They trade foot rubs, trade face masks, trade massages that linger. Later, sprawled on the couch, Reese admits the one thing still missing—no girlfriend means no sex, no release. Sophia doesn't miss a beat. She disappears for a second, comes back with her vibrator in hand. 'Use this,' she says. Reese stares at it like it's a puzzle she can't solve. Sophia sighs, crawls onto the bed, spreads Reese's legs, and shows her where to press, how much pressure, how to ride the vibration until her thighs shake. Watching makes Sophia ache. She admits she needs it too. Reese hands the toy back. One thing leads to another, hands wandering, mouths meeting, rules bending until both of them come hard, sweat-slick, grinning like teenagers who just broke curfew.