It was the kind of morning that pretended to be innocent.
The sun beamed down softly over the manicured streets, kids laughed in the distance from the community park, sprinklers hissed gently over front lawns. Grocery bags rustled. Coffee steamed in to-go cups. A summer breeze lifted linen sundresses and tousled soft hair.
But for the women of the circle?
There was nothing innocent about the air.
Something electric shimmered beneath the surface—unspoken, shared, secret.
They weren’t walking the neighborhood.
They were floating through a memory they hadn’t finished tasting.
☕ Scene One: The Coffee Shop
Vanessa sat in a corner booth of Willow & Hearth Café, sunglasses on, stirring a cappuccino she hadn’t sipped yet.
She saw her first.
Jules, breezy in a cropped yellow tee and jean shorts, entered the café. Her rose-dyed bangs tucked beneath a canvas sunhat, she scanned the room—then paused when she saw Vanessa.
Just one glance.
Vanessa slid her sunglasses down her nose.
Jules bit her lip.
The memory hit them both like a thunderclap under their skin:
- Jules straddling Vanessa’s lap.
- Vanessa’s fingers tangled in the loops of Jules’s bra.
- The way Jules whispered “don’t stop” when Vanessa kissed down her collarbone.
Jules turned quickly to order, cheeks flushed—but her thighs pressed together as she stood.
Vanessa watched her, legs crossed slowly, letting her heel dangle, remembering the exact weight of Jules’s hips in her lap.
They didn’t speak.
But their breathing was just a little uneven.
🧺 Scene Two: Farmer’s Market
Tasha and Ori crossed paths near a stand of peaches, both pretending to be focused on fruit.
Ori wore a simple backless jumpsuit. Tasha had a sleeveless polo and bike shorts that hugged her long frame.
They locked eyes briefly over a crate of nectarines.
“Soft,” Ori said under her breath.
Tasha blinked. “What?”
Ori reached out, choosing a fruit. “The nectarines.”
But they both knew that wasn’t the reference.
Tasha couldn’t stop herself from remembering:
- Ori’s back arched beneath her fingers.
- The way Ori’s tattooed arms wrapped around her.
- Her soft gasps under moonlight.
Tasha cleared her throat and turned away, biting the inside of her cheek.
Ori watched her go, then licked her bottom lip, just once—deliberately.
🧘 Scene Three: Park Yoga
Dani and Liana were side by side on their mats under the shade of a massive elm tree. The instructor led them through sun salutations.
Dani moved slowly, her hips swaying through the poses. Liana kept stealing glances—remembering Dani kneeling between her legs, her mouth warm and patient, her fingers gripping thighs like secrets.
“Inhale… hold…” the instructor guided.
Liana was holding more than breath.
She exhaled with a tremble.
Dani reached over between poses, brushing Liana’s ankle gently.
“Still sore?” she whispered with a grin.
Liana grinned back, lowering her gaze.
“Just the good kind.”
Their giggle was low and dangerous.
📚 Scene Four: Library Steps
Selma sat on the cool stone steps outside the local library, flipping through a novel she wasn’t actually reading.
Across the street, Celeste stepped out of the florist’s shop.
They saw each other.
Selma blinked, and her brain betrayed her.
Celeste.
- On her knees behind Maddie, lips against her neck.
- One hand slipping down Selma’s thigh while their eyes locked.
- That final moment, when Selma had gasped into Celeste’s mouth.
Celeste tilted her head slowly, adjusted her sunglasses.
Selma uncrossed, then crossed her legs again—tight, deliberate.
Their eyes didn’t break contact for almost twenty full seconds.
Then Celeste turned and walked away.
Selma exhaled, clutching the book to her chest like a shield.
💭 Scene Five: Maddie’s Mind
Maddie walked slowly down the sidewalk, sunglasses on, breeze fluttering the hem of her red-and-white wrap skirt.
She saw them all.
Not directly. But in glimpses:
- Vanessa exiting the café with a coffee she barely drank.
- Jules pretending to inspect apples at the fruit stand.
- Tasha with a slightly dazed look.
- Ori licking her lips in thought.
- Dani and Liana’s glistening backs arching in tandem under the elm.
- Celeste… watching everything.
- Selma sitting still, blinking too long.
Maddie smiled to herself.
Last night had been a beginning.
Not just pleasure.
But unlocking.
She could still taste their kisses.
She could still feel the way Dani moaned when her fingers—
She stopped walking and closed her eyes for a moment.
Power wasn’t about taking.
It was about remembering you already owned the space people craved.
🔮 The Daydreams
One by one, the women of the circle drifted through their own quiet fantasies.
Jules, in her studio later, painted fingers pressed into hips—hers? Someone else’s?
Tasha, in the locker room after a swim, leaned into the tile, eyes closed, remembering Ori’s voice in her ear.
Vanessa, alone in her tub, touched her lips. Then her shoulder. Then lower.
Selma nearly said “Celeste” aloud during a phone call, lips parted.
Liana found herself staring at Dani while Dani cooked—remembering Dani’s mouth, not the omelet.
Ori wrote a menu update and added “nectarine glaze”… then had to take a break.
Celeste watched from a window, sipping wine, wondering who would break first.
Maddie returned home that afternoon, barefoot, sun-warmed, and humming.
She passed the large mirror in the foyer, caught her reflection, and whispered:
“We’re not done yet, are we?”
And her reflection smiled back.
XOXO
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