Naked Lunch

Luca flips the sausages, catches the girls' game inside. Two grown women, cherry tomatoes flying down shirts, giggling like brats. She feels the heat rise, not just on the grill. Then Tahlia grabs the mayo. Cold squirt down Hannah's cleavage. Another quick spray between her thighs. Luca's jaw tightens. Her lunch is turning into a sideshow. She storms in, leaving the meat to burn. Hands grab hair, pull heads back. "Enough," she snaps, yanking open her shorts. She pushes Tahlia's face between her legs first, then Hannah's. Tongues replace laughter. Wet sounds fill the kitchen. Her fingers keep them pinned. No more messing around with tomatoes and mayo. She has better work for their mouths.