After dinner, Lily and I were doing the dishes when she suddenly blurted out.
“Cleo, I want you so bad right now,” Lily whispered, her voice already thick and syrupy with need as she ran her hand slowly over my body. Her palm was warm, slightly damp, sliding from my waist down over the curve of my hip before dipping lower to caress the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Her fingers traced higher in lazy, deliberate circles until they brushed the edge of my bikini bottoms, teasing the heat that was already gathering between my legs. The thin fabric was starting to cling, and she knew it. She always knew.
I didn’t hesitate. My mouth found hers in a deep, hungry kiss, my tongue sliding against hers while my hands explored the curves I already knew so well. I squeezed her firm, round as
