Thanking Her For Her Service

Sibyl was due for her day off, so she made the drive. Old base behind her, new orders ahead, she only had one place in mind. When Vera opened the door her face froze for half a beat, then a slow grin slid across her lips. She pulled the woman inside like it was long overdue. They drank cheap coffee at the kitchen table and talked over the years like old friends who still shared the same dirty jokes. Vera said it plain, always had. Out, loud, never asked permission. Sibyl sat back, breath shallow, confessing Vera’s bluntness had given her the nerve to name what she wanted, too. Then the real reason for the visit slipped out. Sibyl wanted more than gratitude. The admission hung there until Vera answered with her own hunger, sharp and ready. They crossed the short space in one motion. Vera’s mouth found Sibyl’s collar, teeth scoring skin, and Sibyl pushed back just as hard. Clothes came off like they were in the way. Vera’s fingers slid in deep, slow and merciless, curling until Sibyl cried out. She flipped them, pinning Vera on the table’s edge, riding her hand while Vera bit her breast and kept talking filth against wet skin. Sweat slicked them together. Every thrust pulled raw sound from throats long trained to stay silent. They ground against each other until the orgasm ripped through Sibyl and left her shaking. Vera dragged her down onto the floor, taking her turn with a knee between Sibyl’s legs and two fingers buried to the knuckle, working until Vera’s own thighs trembled and she came with a choked groan against Sibyl’s mouth. They stayed tangled, breathing hard, the quiet base house suddenly thick with the smell of sex.