Flashback: Part 2

Riley bolts for cover the second she hears Nickey’s voice. Too late. Nickey’s eyes narrow; they’ve just shared a stare that screws the timeline. Nickey asks what she’s doing in Billy’s place, and Riley lies. It works. Nickey shrugs, bored already, and asks if Riley wants in on the upstairs orgy anyway. Riley shakes her head so hard her teeth click—she can’t fuck her own parents. Nickey only laughs, slips a pink rave bracelet around Riley’s wrist, and whispers PLUR before she kisses her deep enough to steal air. Riley’s dress drops. Nickey spins, yanks Riley’s thong aside, and laps at the swollen, peach-soft pussy that opened under her tongue. Riley tries her first woman: Nickey’s heavy tits. Her mouth seals around a fat nipple, sucking until it puckers like a berry. Nickey falls back, spreads her thighs, hips lifted, letting Riley bury her tongue in tight-wet heat. The rhythm builds until Nickey flips them both into a 69; cunt meets mouth, thighs clamp heads, and the scent of girls mixes like liquor. Nickey pushes two fingers inside Riley, then grinds their swollen slits together, slick skin snapping in desperate, grinding motion until their thighs seize and their cunts pulse at the same second. The memory fractures when Billy shouts from downstairs. Riley scrambles, palms sweaty, clawing through the journal for the right spell as her father’s voice thunders closer.