prompt: cherry, flag, sofa

The cool leather couch pressed against Sarah’s thighs as she clicked the button to another Fourth of July special. A crowd danced on the beach to what seemed to be the EDM version of the Star Spangled Banner. It was cheesy but a cherry colored speedo caught her eye, the man shaking his ass with everything he had in him. Sarah found she couldn’t look away, far more interested in watching the crowd more than the DJ on stage. The way the thin fabric curved around the man’s skin made Sarah shift on the sofa.

Then the camera panned away and landed on lips, bright cherry pink–practically as plump as the man’s ass had been. Red, vibrant, and the woman they belonged to danced in a stringy white bikini. Sarah’s gaze drifted from her lips down, over her sunkissed collarbones, along the dip of her chest. Her breath caught at the way the bathing suit barely held on as she danced. Sarah licked her lips, pressed her thighs together.

The camera swung away again, this time to the ocean, then back to the stage, then an American flag. Sarah groaned at herself and stood up from the couch, turning off the TV. It was time she went to find some fireworks of her own.