Page 107 of Summer Breakdown
Jasmine moves her hips against Frankie’s thigh, moaning as she does. Frankie might cum from the sound alone. Frankie lets her move, lets her do what she wants until she asks for her.
It doesn’t take long.
“Touch me,” Jasmine whispers. “Touch me.”
Frankie’s hand slides against her waist, and she lifts herself until she’s sitting. Jasmine leans back, panting, and Frankie lifts Jasmine’s leg over her hip. They’ve tried this before, but it takes a little practice to get their cores to touch perfectly, and Frankie’s never had the patience when Jasmine moans. She’s better now.
Frankie pulls Jasmine’s top off, and she knew she wasn’t wearing a bra because she’s got eyes, and they’re always trained somewhere near her boobs, but she can’t believe she gets to see her like this. It’s like the first time every time.
“Fuck me,” Frankie whispers. She holds Jasmine’s breasts in her hands, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples as Jasmine pulls her back into a kiss. She moans down her throat, and Frankie tugs harder. Jasmine whines, grinding recklessly, even though she must know Frankie won’t give it to her like this. Still, Frankie takes the moment to trace her nipple with her tongue.
“If I make you come now, can I go down on you for the rest of the night?” Frankie asks.
Jasmine laughs. “No. Then it’s my turn.”
“This isn’t your turn?” Frankie asks, shifting until they touch completely. Jasmine gasps, and Frankie’s vision goes white. “You’re right, this is for me.” She moves her faster, and Jasmine bites her bottom lip.Fuck.She should have taken her underwear off so she can feel her wet cunt sliding against her own. But Jasmine’s flushed, panting, and so fucking pretty that Frankie’s going to give her whatever she wants.
“God, you’re good,” Jasmine pants, then says, “Wait… I think—“ She starts blinking tightly. Frankie doesn’t move, but then she hears it too. Lani.
“Fuck,” Jasmine mutters. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Frankie replies, passing her top. Jasmine kisses her, and Frankie catches her breath as Jasmine goes down the hall.
Jasmine was supposed to just put Lani back to sleep, but she’s crying, and her legs are stiff, and she does the only thing she needs to do. She picks her up, presses her lips to her cheek, and carries her back to her room.
She’s not nervous Frankie will be annoyed, but it is a level of intimacy that they haven’t discussed. Jasmine wasn’t even supposed to introduce them, and now she’s taking care of Lani after a nightmare, with Frankie right there.
“Hey, monster girl,” Frankie whispers, her face dropping as she looks at her. Lani pouts. Her little wet face looks so sad. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t move,” she says, with a hiccup. “I can’t move my legs.”
Jasmine lays Lani on the bed and kneels at the end while she explains. “Sometimes she has a dream, and it takes a little while for her legs to listen. They’ll come back,” she says, talking to Lani now. Jasmine moves her legs for her. Lani’s bottom lip sticks out, and her blinks are slow. Frankie lies down on her side, her face above Lani’s.
“Oh, no,” Frankie says, her voice soft. “Did you ever hear the story of the frog who thought he’d lost his legs?” She’s utterly ridiculous.
“No,” Lani says. She tries to twist around, but Jasmine is cycling her legs for her. Frankie moves so she can see her. “What frog?”
“You didn’t hear about Lanrog?”
Jasmine pulls her lip between her teeth, and Lani giggles quietly.
“You’re fibbing,” Lani says. Her hand rests against Frankie’s face. Jasmine never thought about Lani and Marcel having someone other than her. She was always thinkingabout getting out. About protecting them from their father’s lack of attention. It never crossed her mind she might have someone that wanted to be around. That loved them the way she did.
But as Frankie kisses Lani on the nose, she lets herself dream about it.
“I never fib. You wanna hear?”
Lani nods. Jasmine almost nods. She’s engrossed in a world Frankie hasn’t crafted yet. It will be flawless. Everything Frankie does is thoughtful and on purpose.
“Lanrog,” she starts, “is the cutest frog of all time, and he loves the colour yellow.”
Lani gasps, and Jasmine presses her lips to her knee. “I love yellow.”
Frankie smiles, her eyes frantically moving like she does when she’s thinking. She’ll be panicking, thinking of a story where a frog thought they lost their legs. Jasmine might be so in love with her. Frankie looks over at her, her eyes wide, but Jasmine knows she’s got it. It doesn’t matter if it’s bad. It’s only to make Lani smile.
Jasmine winks at her, and Frankie’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushed.
Frankie swallows. “You do love yellow,” she says quietly. “Hmm. Well, Lanrog thought he lost his legs, and he was so scared that he couldn’t get out of the pond to go to the trees with his friends.” Lani’s lip pops back out. “But his friends…”
