Fear Of Heights

Lora’s muscles flex and she pins Allie flat. Fingers dig in, hard and fast, right under Allie’s ribs. Allie’s whole body jerks but there’s no give. Nowhere to run. So she fights dirty. She yanks on the blonde hair, twisting it in her fist, jerking Lora’s head back hard enough to make her moan through her teeth. Sweat beads. Breath comes sharp. The bed creaks like it’s about to split. Lora doesn’t let up. Allie won’t either. Every tickle turns into a twist of hair, every twist into another vicious burst of laughter that sounds more like a dare. They grind against each other, locked in it, nobody tapping out.