Transfixed Update - Doubling Their Wardrobe

Eva and Charlotte sprawl across Eva's apartment floor, shopping bags everywhere, wine glasses sweating on the coffee table. It's been months since they did this—Charlotte moved back two weeks ago, still unpacking boxes. They click the way best friends do, especially now that Eva lives openly. Both lesbians means the girl-talk hits different when they're gossiping about who hooked up with who on Instagram. And sharing clothes? That's sacred territory. Eva holds up a pink tank. "We should try everything on," she says. "Who wore it best." Charlotte grins, already shimmying out of her jeans. Bikinis come last. Bikinis change everything. Charlotte stands in front of the mirror, adjusting the strings on her hips, catching Eva looking. Eva's not subtle—trans or not, she's staring at Charlotte's ass like it's the last lifeboat. "Damn," Charlotte says. "You're winning." Eva laughs, but her eyes keep drifting lower. Charlotte spins, shows off the thong, lets it snap against her skin. "Your turn." Eva steps into the skimpiest thing she bought, yellow, almost not there. Charlotte whistles low. "Bikini tax. Who knew I needed this view in my life." They don't talk about it much. Just step closer, half-teasing, half-hungry. Charlotte's hand finds Eva's waist, thumb sliding over smooth skin. Eva leans in. Charlotte kisses her like it's normal. Maybe it is—they're best friends after all. Best friends fuck, at least once. Charlotte pushes the fabric aside. Eva's already hard, thick, and Charlotte's fingers wrap around her without hesitation. "Well. That's new." Eva snorts. "Surprise." Charlotte strokes her slow, then faster. She drops to her knees, takes Eva into her mouth while looking up through dark lashes. Sloppy. Wet. Uncomplicated. Exactly what they both want. Eva grabs her hair. Charlotte moans around her, swallows, doesn't flinch when Eva cums down her throat. Eva returns the favor—tongue on Charlotte's clit, two fingers inside, curling until Charlotte's thighs shake around her ears. Afterward they lie on the floor in half-on swimsuits, tangled limbs, laughing at the ceiling. The contest ended in a draw.