Following In Her Nude-steps

Lauren Phillips looks Fiona Frost dead in the eye. “I used to walk around naked,” she says. “Before I got married. Now that it’s over, I want that again. If it’s not going to freak you out.” Fiona swallows, then nods hard enough her hair falls in her face. “I want to try it too.” The first morning they drop their robes together, Lauren feels goosebumps skid down her spine while Fiona stands there, arms half-raised, covering nothing. Sweat cools between Lauren’s breasts and the silence is thick enough to choke on. Weeks blur. Shoulders brush at the fridge, bare hips touch passing in the hall. Nothing said, everything felt. One sticky afternoon they move through sun-salutes side by side, breathing in sync, sweat turning yoga mats slick. Lauren watches the flex of Fiona’s ass when she folds forward. Fiona catches her mother staring and doesn’t look away. Knees buckle, mat squeaks, then Lauren’s tongue is inside Fiona’s mouth and Fiona’s hand is between her legs. Hard nipples drag over hard nipples, slick heat meets hungry fingers, and every soft moan ricochets off the walls while they fuck like they’ve both been starving for it since the day the clothes came off.