Bad Company

Ryan and Riley, two brunettes sharing the same last name, find themselves locked in an empty theater after rehearsal. The script calls for a kiss. Lights still hot overhead, they keep their mouths together longer than the scene asks. Riley’s bush presses against Ryan’s thigh. Their breathing turns ragged, then Ryan slips two fingers between Riley’s slick folds and works her open. Riley answers by dragging her tongue up the length of Ryan’s cunt, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch. Fingers curl, tongues press harder, both girls shake and push harder, chasing the wet pulse that started as stage direction and ends with them spread on the boards, mouths and hands still working long after the curtain call.