Hiding Out At The Party

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them. Bass rattled the walls while Sophia and Ashlyn stood inches apart, breathing hard. They’d ducked in to ditch the same handsy creep who kept circling them downstairs like cheap cologne. “Guy’s a walking boner in sneakers,” Ashlyn muttered, locking the door. Sophia smirked. The quiet stretched tight between them. Then it cracked. “You’re hot as hell, you know that?” she said. Ashlyn answered by grabbing Sophia’s hips and yanking her closer. Lips crashed, tongues fighting for space. Sophia’s fingers tore at Ashlyn’s shirt; buttons pinged off the sink. Tits spilled free, heavy and warm. Ashlyn latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping just enough to make Sophia’s knees dip. Her hand shoved down Sophia’s jeans, fingers sliding straight through slick folds. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” Ashlyn growled against wet skin. Sophia pushed two fingers past Ashlyn’s waistband and into the tight heat waiting there. They finger-fucked each other standing up—hard, fast, sloppy. Sophia’s back slammed the door. Ashlyn rode her hand like she couldn’t get deep enough. Clothes hit the floor. Sophia dropped to her knees on cold tile, tongue spearing Ashlyn’s cunt while fingers worked her own clit. Ashlyn’s thighs trembled. She came with a broken moan, knees buckling. Sophia didn’t stop—lapping through every pulse until Ashlyn dragged her up, spun her around, and bent her over the sink. Mouth replaced fingers. Sophia’s forehead knocked the mirror as Ashlyn licked long, filthy stripes. Two fingers crooked inside, pumping relentlessly. Sophia’s second orgasm cracked out of her like thunder. They stayed tangled, panting, come-sticky and grinning, while the party raged on outside and that asshole kept looking for two girls who were never going back downstairs.