Does She Touch You Like This

Evelin’s old friend Kayden walks in like a live wire. No knock, no warning—just Kayden, tall and blonde, eyes cutting through the room. She hears the rumors and gets straight to it. "So you got a girlfriend now," she says, stepping close, voice low and rough. "Does she touch you like this?" Her hand slides over the front of Evelin’s shirt, palms flat, thumb brushing the curve underneath. Evelin’s breath catches. Kayden keeps going, pressing her up against the wall, fingers slipping lower, hooking under the waistband. She drops, knees hitting tile, mouth following the line of her own hand. Kayden’s tongue works in hard, greedy strokes, licking and parting until Evelin’s thighs shake. She doesn’t ask again. She just shows her, mouth sealed tight, blonde hair brushing skin every time she moves. The only sound is breathing and the wet drag of tongue until Evelin’s hand knots in her hair and stays there.