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Lola kissed down her chest, stopping briefly to flick her tongue across Aly’s nipples, and then made her way down Aly’s long stomach, dusted with beauty marks and freckles. She had the sudden urge to take a picture of Aly’s torso so she could study it, memorize each spot.

She reached Aly’s hipbones.

“Lola,” Aly said.

“Shh,” Lola said, grinning, and then gave Aly’s left hip bone a hickey.

Aly squirmed beneath her.

This was fun.

She came eye level with Aly’s underwear and kissed her over it before pulling it off.

“Are you sure?” Aly asked.

“Of course I’m sure,” Lola said. “Now shut up. Please.”

Aly nodded and gave in, closing her eyes and arching her neck.

Lola put one hand on each of Aly’s small, lovely tits before sinking her open mouth onto Aly.

Remembering her lessons, she tongued Aly gently.

“Fuck, oh my god,” Aly said too loudly, but Lola didn’t care. Let them all hear her make Aly come.

And they did.

***

In the morning, everyone gathered in the kitchen to say goodbye.

“Thank you so much for including me this weekend,” Lola said, not caring if she was coming off too earnest. “It was so nice to meet you all. I had the best time.”

Jess pulled her in for a tight hug. “I don’t know what I’ll do without my teammate. It felt so good to kick their asses, you have no idea,” she said.

“Until next time.” Lola grinned. She turned, and there was Colette standing before her.

“I’m sorry for being such a cunt when you first got here.”

Everyone laughed, including Lola.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Did I pass the test?”

“You did. And the truth is I’ve been following you on Instagram for years. I used to love your vintage how-tos. You should bring those back.”

“Wow,” Lola said, trying not to show how flattered she was. “Thank you. I know, I really should.” If Colette thought she should bring backher vintage content, other people probably thought so too, which meant it didn’t have to be a pipe dream. She could do it for real. She added, “I can’t wait to read your novel.”

“You’ll like it,” Aly jumped in, though it occurred to Lola that Aly had no idea what kind of books she liked.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” she said, agreeing.

Lola hugged the Laurs goodbye, squeezing Lauren’s arm for a second longer. “I’m sorry again for the volleyball incident.”

“Oh please,” Lauren said. “It’s already forgotten. It was so, so nice to meet you. I hope we see you again.”

“I hope so too,” Lola replied, truly meaning it as she took in the group for a last time.

Lola and Aly left hand in hand. As the house faded into the background, Aly looked over her way.