True Lesbian - What Set Us Apart

Ashley is stretched out on the bed flipping through scripture while Jessica slips into her pajamas. Ashley keeps stealing glances, eating up every curve of that tan skin and those little silver barbells. Jessica climbs under her own covers, kills the lights, and the second it goes dark, the air changes. They both know they’re not supposed to want it, but wanting wins. They’re skin on skin in seconds, sucking and rubbing, wet fingers sliding over soft folds until they’re shaking and biting back moans. Next morning the phone rings. Brother Benson’s voice is flat. Ashley’s being moved. They got caught. Later, they’re both sobbing, whispering shaky promises that they’ll wait. Then they’re kissing again like they can brand the memory into their bodies before they’re ripped apart.