Out From Under

Simone's zipping up her last bag when Lela walks in, offering a hand even though the work's already done. They talk about the old man, about how it ended, and before long the truth slips out. Lela says she's gay. Says her dad had just started to come around when his mind slipped away, and she hid it again to keep the peace. Simone stops, then laughs once under her breath and admits she's gay too. Neither of them knew. The air shifts fast. Lela talks about breathing again, and Simone nods like she gets it. Their hands brush. They lean in, mouths meeting for the first time, bodies pressing close. Simone's hands slide under Lela's shirt, cupping full tits, thumbs circling stiff nipples. Lela groans and pushes forward, grinding against Simone's thigh. Fingers find their way between Lela's legs, sliding into wet heat, pumping slow then harder. Blonde hair falls across Simone's face as they move, tits pressed together, breath hot against each other's necks. The kiss deepens, tongues meeting, hips rocking, every touch saying the time they missed is already starting now.