Take This Couch For A Spin

Sophie sits on the edge of the couch when Pam rings the bell. She’s selling the stuff quick before the lease ends next month. Pam steps inside and right away the air gets thick. They shake hands and the touch lingers a beat too long. Pam asks about the fabric. Sophie tells her it’s sturdy, then the two of them drop down together to test the cushions. Knees touch. They laugh at nothing. Sophie mentions her ex moved out last week, says the place feels bigger and emptier without her. Pam’s smile stretches slow, and she shifts a little closer. Pam’s ring finger has a pale line where a band used to sit. She says she’s single too, sounding almost proud. Silence drops for a second, then Pam lifts an eyebrow and nods at the seat beneath them. “Maybe we oughta see how it holds up under real weight.” Sophie’s answer is quick—she grabs Pam’s thigh, pulls her sideways, and the denim bunch of Pam’s jeans slides down her hips. They strip each other fast, mouths colliding, hands rough. Sophie’s fingers are inside Pam before the first cushion slips to the floor. Pam moans low and grinds her cunt against Sophie’s knuckles, sweat already shining between her tits. They flip, Sophie riding Pam’s thigh, the old springs squeaking loud while they fuck hard enough to leave marks. Every thrust knocks the wooden frame, a reminder that the couch still has work to do before it’s gone.