Ain't That Innocent

Lia Lin came back from the gym and found the door locked. She stood on the porch in sweaty shorts and a sports bra, wondering why Marsianna wouldn't let her in. She looked through the window. Inside, Marsianna was on the couch with her legs spread, two fingers moving in slow circles over her clit. Her head was back, mouth open, chasing her own heat. Lia watched until she couldn't take it anymore and banged on the glass. Marsianna jumped, yanked her shorts up, and came to the door like nothing had happened. They talked, killed time, avoided each other's eyes. Later Lia took a shower and came out in clean clothes. They put on a movie. Half an hour in Marsianna's hand found Lia's thigh and slid higher. Lia grabbed her wrist. I'm still a virgin, she said. Stepsisters. We shouldn't. But Marsianna leaned in close and whispered what she wanted to do to her. She kissed the corner of her mouth, then her neck, working lower until Lia stopped fighting. Clothes came off fast. Marsianna licked and kissed until both of them were shaking, then they moved together on the couch, clumsy and hungry, losing themselves in quick breaths and wet sounds.