Better Luck

Adriana just ditched another bum and Abigail's quick to scoop her up. Girl's night, sure, but Abi's got bigger plans. Straight up, girl, we always end up screwed the same way, Abigail says, launching right into it with no warning. It's always some dude wrecking us both. She wants to cut out the middle man, see what happens if it's just them. Adriana freezes. Best friend suddenly talking serious girlfriend shit? Wild card. But damn, Abi's right about one thing, knows her better than anyone. Adriana's halfway smiling, half-panicked. Why not? Abigail moves close enough to grab her hand. Skin warm, no hesitation now, settling in next to her on the couch, close enough the heat makes Adriana's belly flip and cross wires at the same time. Abigail leans in, little smiles turning bold, already brushing hair behind Adriana's ear with her tongue busy against it. Says things Adrian's not hearing except there's nothing holding them back anymore. Clothes go easy. August black lace slipped right past smooth thighs, everything out in the open without hurry, but every caress is greedy and pointed.