Don't Slow Down

Serene Siren opens the door and there's Mila Monet, all fired up. Mila didn't come to play—she came to talk. Says they haven't fucked in way too long and she's wondering what the hell's going on. Serene admits she figured they should pump the brakes, slow things down. Mila shoots back fast—"You're freaked about the age thing again, aren't you?" Tells Serene straight up she loves her, period, and that stupid number doesn't mean dick. Serene keeps circling. Career eats her whole day, every day. Can't keep up with barhopping and late nights like Mila can. Figures her girl deserves someone her age, some college stud who’s free to hang. Worries about what Mila’s parents might say if they knew, what the whole neighborhood would whisper. Mila doesn’t blink. Says Serene’s the best woman she’s ever met and everyone else can kiss her ass. Feelings trump gossip. And while she’s at it she smirks and adds they happen to fuck like it’s an Olympic sport—last night she had to rub one out, half the night, just replaying Serene in her head. That’s all it takes. Serene stops thinking, grabs Mila by the shirt, kisses the hell out of her, and pulls her deeper into the house so they can make up for lost time.