Neighborhood Watch... And Learn!

Katie leans on the windowsill, smoke curling from her cigarette. "Nina. Come here." Nina crosses the room, sees the two girls wrestling a couch off a truck, and sucks in a quick breath. They stare. Paige is all legs and bright hair. Penelope is shorter, darker, round in the hips. The heat between them is obvious and electric. Outside, the girls finish and pull each other close—tongues deep, hips grinding—making their answer clear. Katie and Nina are already halfway down the front steps, drinks in hand. Introductions blur into laughs. Ten minutes later the younger pair say yes to dinner. When they show up that night they find the older women poured into silk robes, wine already open. Conversation turns fast. Katie talks about nights she and Nina fucked strangers in hotel bathrooms, threesomes in the hot tub, strap-on sessions that left knees shaking. Paige and Penelope listen, cheeks flushed, fingers twisted together. They’ve only ever touched each other; they’ve never let anyone else in. Katie asks about anal. They both shake their heads. "We can show you," Nina says. "If you want." She pats the couch beside her. "Start slow. Kiss for us." Paige turns to Penelope, tentative at first, then hungry. Soon the four mouths find each other, tongues sliding, teeth nipping soft necks. Silk drops to the floor. Katie ends up behind Paige, slick fingers tracing the tight star she’s never used. Nina mirrors her with Penelope. The room fills with wet sounds and sharp little cries. The younger couple gives in, back arched, foreheads pressed to cushions while the older women guide them inch by careful inch. Paige whimpers through the stretch; Penelope gasps like she’s splitting open. Pain folds into something darker. Pleasure. When the straps sink home, both girls moan like they’ve found a new language. Later, sweat cooling on skin, Nina strokes Paige’s hair. "Next time you ask about something, remember the best way to learn is to just fucking do it."