Not Too Hard, Not Too Soft

Emma walked between mattresses while Ariel zoned out completely, eyes locked on the store clerk who moved like she knew exactly how good she looked in that tight shirt. Siri caught the stare and smiled like she'd already won. They slipped away without a word. Behind a display of bedroom sets, Ariel dropped onto a queen mattress while Siri climbed in beside her and yanked a blanket across her lap. The air turned thick. Siri's head disappeared beneath the fabric and Ariel's hands clutched the edge hard enough to turn her knuckles white. Emma stood frozen, watching the blanket move in that unmistakable rhythm. Her cheeks burned. Then she stepped closer. Siri's eyes flicked up at the sound of footsteps but never stopped. The surprise on Emma's face melted into something heavier, needier. She kicked her shoes off and crawled onto the mattress, the springs giving that soft groan under new weight. Her hand slid under the blanket until it found warm skin, and the three of them filled the silence with short, raw sounds as the mattress started proving what it could take.