Too Hot to Dry

Summer and Maya are stuck finishing laundry at the laundromat when Maya’s bad mood just will not budge. Summer tries everything—jokes, little touches, even fetching water—but the next second she tips the cup and Maya’s shirt is soaked through. Maya huffs, calls it the perfect ending to a crap day. Summer shrugs, says at least they’ve got machines running, then suggests Maya strip right there so the wet stuff can spin too. Maya peels off her clothes, wraps a towel around herself, and starts to calm down. Summer grins, tugs the towel lower, fingers sliding between Maya’s legs, checking if she’s wet in more than one way. Maya’s frown cracks into a moan. They end up tangled on the bench, Summer’s mouth on Maya’s hairy mound while Maya’s tongue works between Summer’s thighs, the two of them licking and fingering in a slow, sixty-nine rhythm that turns the rest of the afternoon into one long, lazy orgasm.