**A Walk in the Park**

It had started like any other afternoon. Emily and I had been roommates for about six months, and over that time, we’d grown close—maybe a little *too* close. She was 24, with wild curly hair and curves that drove me crazy whenever she walked around our apartment in just a tank top and panties. But today, she was wearing a sundress. No panties.

She’d told me that casually, like it was nothing. *”I just hate panties in the summer, you know?”* And then she’d smirked, as if daring me to react. Of course, my mind went straight to the gutter.

We walked through the park, the sun warming our skin, the breeze making her dress flutter. Every now and then, I caught a glimpse of thigh, the curve of her ass, and my pulse kicked up. She knew exactly what she was doing.

We found a quiet spot under a big oak tree, hidden from the main path. Emily stretched out on the grass, her legs slightly parted, the hem of her dress riding up. My throat went dry.

“Enjoying the view?” she teased, propping herself up on her elbows.

I swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

She grinned and hooked a finger under the fabric of her dress, lifting it just enough to show me the smooth, bare skin between her thighs. “Guess you weren’t lying about the no panties thing,” I muttered.

“Told you,” she said, her voice low and playful. Then, softer: “Want to touch?”

Fuck.

I glanced around—no one nearby. My fingers twitched. I shifted closer, my hand hovering just above her thigh. “Yeah,” I admitted, voice rough. “Fuck yeah.”

Emily spread her legs a little wider, and I let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh, slow and teasing. Her skin was warm, soft. The closer I got, the more I could smell her—musky and sweet, unmistakably turned on.

When my fingers finally brushed against her pussy, she inhaled sharply. She was already wet, her folds slick under my touch. I traced her slit, dragging my fingers through her arousal, and she bit her lip, her hips arching just slightly.

“God, you’re soaked,” I murmured.

She let out a shaky laugh. “Told you I hate panties… but maybe I just like being easy access.”

I groaned, circling her clit with my fingertip, slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched, her thighs tensing. I could feel her clit hardening under my touch, and when I pressed down just right, she gasped, her fingers digging into the grass.

“Fuck,” she breathed.

I slipped a finger inside her, just the tip, teasing. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight. I added another finger, sinking deeper, and she moaned, her hips rocking against my hand.

“Like that?” I asked, curling my fingers just right, finding that spot inside her that made her whimper.

“Yes, god—” Her back arched, her tits pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. I could see her nipples hard under the material.

I fucked her slowly with my fingers, in and out, while my thumb kept circling her clit. Every stroke dragged another moan out of her, her breath coming faster, her thighs trembling.

“Keep going,” she begged. “I’m so fucking close—”

I sped up just a little, watching her face contort with pleasure, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then her whole body tensed, her pussy clamping down around my fingers as she came with a choked cry, her back lifting off the grass.

I slowed my fingers but didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until she grabbed my wrist, panting. “Too much,” she gasped, but she was grinning.

I pulled my fingers out, glistening with her wetness, and brought them to my lips, tasting her. She watched, eyes dark with lust.

“Still think no panties was a good idea?” I teased.

She laughed, breathless. “Best decision ever.”

Then she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me down into a hungry kiss.