Girls In White, Scene #007 002

The girl comes in hot, thighs pressed tight, eyes scanning the room like she's lost something. She locks onto the older woman first. They've been stealing looks all night, and now it's cracking wide open. The woman walks straight over, puts one hand on the girl's waist, pulls her close without asking. "You've been eye-fucking me for two hours," she says, lips brushing the girl's ear. The girl swallows hard, lets out a shaky little laugh, then nods once. "Yeah. Couldn't stop." The older woman slips her fingers under the hem of the girl's dress, cups bare skin, squeezes until the girl gasps. She's already wet, has been since the first glance. She spreads her legs without thinking and the woman's fingers find slick heat, slide in deep and slow. The girl bites her lip, rides the hand like she's been dying for it, and everything else in the room just fades. It's not quiet. It's not careful. It's two bodies done pretending.