May I Please Watch?

Maya Woulfe pins Lulu Chu to the sheets, strap grinding deep, when the door blasts open. Bunny Madison stands there, cheeks flushed, breathing hard. "I’ve heard you two for weeks," she says. "Every moan. Every bed slam." They offer to stop. Bunny shakes her head. "I don’t want you to stop. I want to watch." Shock hits Maya like cold water. Bunny goes on: divorce, empty nights, every sound through the drywall reminding her what she’s never tried. "Never been with a woman. Never seen two women lose it like you do." Lulu smiles slow and wicked. Maya hesitates. Bunny steps closer. "Just let me look." They start again. Maya sinks the strap back into Lulu, hips rolling, skin slapping skin. Lulu gasps filthy. Bunny peels her blouse open, cups bare breast, fingers sliding into soaked panties. She rubs in rhythm, eyes locked on the girls. Lulu glances over Maya’s shoulder. "Come here," she says. Maya tenses, strap still buried. Bunny looks starving. Lulu reaches, pulls her down, tongue meeting tongue, thigh hooking over Bunny’s hip. Maya’s breath shakes, then she moves, joining them, sweat and heat and the wet sounds filling the room until nothing else exists.