Wardrobe Malfunctions

Leah Lee and Emily Willis huddle in Leah's bedroom, scrambling to pack the road trip haul they swore they'd nail by now. Leah dumps the last drawers upside down and freezes—bathing suit's AWOL. Emily just smirks like she called it weeks ago. Too lazy to hit the mall, they decide raiding Leah's sibling's closet is fair game. Minutes later, Emily parades in holding a tiny scrap of fabric so narrow you'd need prayer and good lighting to stay covered. She waggles her eyebrows. "Try it on." Leah plays coy for all of two seconds before she peels her shirt off. The bikini cups slide over her tits in the most half-ass way possible and the bottom string nearly disappears between her cheeks. Emily breathes heavier, pupils blown, and suddenly palms Leah's bare waist. Fingers drift, squeeze, hunt. Leah's surprised moan says she's not stopping her. Heat flares between them, hands get greedy, and the so-called swimsuit hits the floor along with any plans to leave that bed early.