Common Ground

Alex Coal and Alison Rey. Old friends who drifted apart. They sit stiff at a booth. Empty beers between them. They talk, but nothing lands. Different jobs. Different friends. Different lives. The talk dries up. They check phones. Stand up to leave. But something slips out. Alex says she only dates women now. Alison stops cold. Same. Both startled. Both laughing in relief. The awkwardness burns off. Alison leans in. Her breath on Alex's ear. "Want to get out of here?" They kiss hard in the car. Hands under clothes. Fingers slick and fast. Alex climbs into Alison's lap. Her hips grind down. Alison sucks on her neck. The windows fog. They end up back at Alison's place. Naked on the couch. Alex on her knees eating Alison out. Alison moaning, pulling Alex's hair. They switch, sixty-nine on the rug. Wet mouths, wet cunts. Fingers deep. They come loud and shaking. Legs trembling. Sweat and spit and heat all over them. Later they fuck on the bed. Strap-on. Alison on all fours while Alex drives into her. Rough thrusts, Alison begging for more. Alex flips her, fucks her missionary. They come again together, locked tight.