Tonight's Not A Total Bust...

Mia Macana and Cami Strella spent the afternoon turning the living room into party central, stringing fairy lights and stacking red cups like they were going for gold. Two hours later the ice had melted and the only footsteps on the porch were from the neighbor's cat. They refreshed the invite and laughed until their stomachs hurt. Wrong date. Classic. "Well, damn," Cami sighed, flopping onto the couch. "I shaved everything for those supposed hotties." Mia's eyes drifted over her friend's long legs and the tiny dress that had nothing left to hide. "You didn't shave for nothing," she said, grin turning sideways. "I'm looking at something pretty damn hot right here." Cami's gaze traveled up Mia's skirt and stopped. "Yeah? Same view from where I'm sitting." The air shifted. They met halfway on the cushions, lips crashing while hands yanked fabric aside. Mia slipped two fingers under Cami's thong, found her already slick, and pumped slow enough to tease a whimper out of her. Cami returned the favor, tugging Mia's panties down and curling her tongue over a stiff nipple before sliding lower to lick her open. Cups and fairy lights forgotten, the only soundtrack became wet sounds and breathless laughs as two disappointed hostesses threw themselves the only party worth showing up for.