Nice To SEE You

Madi's shoulder's been killing her for days. Octavia shows up like a goddamn lifesaver, oils her hands, and tells her to strip. First massage ever. Madi peels everything off and stretches out on the table, skin bare under fluorescent light. Octavia feels it hit her like a gut punch. Naked friend. Perfect ass. Smooth back. She swallows hard and keeps her voice steady. Rubs Madi's shoulders, down her spine, the backs of her thighs. Every inch. She works those muscles until Madi's breath hitches and her hips shift. When Octavia's slick fingers slide close to the cleft of her ass, Madi doesn't stop her. Instead, a soft moan slips out. Hands keep moving. Thumbs press into inner thighs, knuckles graze the edges of her pussy. Madi's wet. Octavia knows it. Fingers part her open, tease her clit, dip inside like they belong there. Madi gasps, then pushes back against the touch. No words needed. Octavia leans in, lips brushing Madi's ear, and kisses her hard—hungry, impatient, past the point of pretending. The table creaks. Oil smears. Madi spreads wider, giving herself over, and Octavia fucks her with her fingers until she's shaking. Then she climbs up, legs tangling, mouths locked. Bodies slide together, slick and desperate. They grind, taste, claw until both of them come in messy, gasping waves, the massage long forgotten under something hotter and way more dangerous.