Roommates

Evelyn Claire catches the shape of Kenna James against the wall, bare, and she wants the same view for herself. She stands in front of the mirror, hand between her legs, studying every line while blonde hair spills over her shoulders. Kenna steps in and stops her cold, then says it’s fine. She slips closer. Her fingers replace Evelyn’s. The brunette watches herself in the glass while Kenna works her clit in steady strokes. Neither woman looks away. They press tight, hips rocking, breath mixing. Two bodies reflected together, brown hair tangled with blonde, until the only sound left is skin on skin and the sharp little catch in their throats.