Arina and Poly had been best friends since the moment they met at college. One Friday evening Poly invited Arina over “just to hang out.” They laughed until their stomachs hurt, swapping embarrassing stories over endless cups of tea. Poly brought out her famous chocolate cake, cut a generous slice for Arina, and, in a perfectly clumsy move, let it slip right onto Arina’s skirt.
Both girls burst out laughing. “Come on, let’s fix that before it stains,” Poly said, leading Arina to the bathroom. Arina peeled off the skirt, standing there in just her thin blouse and panties. Poli’s eyes lingered a little longer than usual. “You have the most gorgeous hips, she whispered, voice suddenly lower. The air between them thickened, warm and electric. Their gazes locked. Slowly, almost afraid to break the spel. Fingertips brushed bare skin. A shy first kiss turned hungry in seconds. Clothes fell away like they were burning.
Hot water from the shower poured over them as they pressed against co
