Water My Plants

Christy called out but Jade never answered, so she went looking. One step into the bathroom and she froze. Jade lounged back in the tub, water dripping off every inch like she wanted an audience. Christy’s mouth dropped. Heat hit her fast. She leaned against the doorframe, slid a hand under her waistband, and started rubbing while she watched. Jade didn’t notice, still playing in the steam, legs parted, nipples tight from the warmth. Christy’s breath went ragged. A second later her knees buckled and she gushed hard through her yoga pants, a dark patch spreading down her thigh. Jade glanced up exactly then and caught the tail end of it. Her grin turned sharp. She crooked a finger. Christy stepped closer on shaky legs. “Water the plants,” Jade said. Before Christy could reach for the can, Jade eyed the wet stain on her thighs and took the can away. She wanted a different kind of shower now. She grabbed Christy, yanked the waistband low, and rubbed her slick clit with two determined fingers. Every quick stroke had Christy pulsing and spraying again, warm jets landing across the plants like some dirty garden blessing. Jade licked her lips. As soon as the last drops hit the soil she pushed Christy back, spread those shaky thighs wider, and buried her tongue deep to taste what was left.