Show me Those Curves

Jenna's shoulders sink when he walks away. The new girl already has her hand on his chest. Dana watches from the kitchen doorway, mouth set. She waits until her stepdaughter comes inside, then touches her arm. "Take that hoodie off," Dana says. She means the oversized thing that hides what she has. Jenna hesitates, then lifts it over her head. Her breasts sit high, the nipples already stiff from the cool air. Dana nods once. "Good. Boys notice that before anything else." She steps closer, tilts Jenna's chin. "Look up. Lips softer, eyes softer. Let him feel it in the air between you." She kisses Jenna once, slow, letting the wet trace of tongue follow the lower lip. Jenna copies it. When Dana pulls back, she can see the heat working through her stepdaughter's face. "Now lie back," Dana says, voice low. Her mouth moves down Jenna's neck, each kiss landing hotter, louder. She grazes teeth along the swell of one breast, circles the nipple without mercy. Jenna arches, breathing turning ragged. Dana keeps kissing, dragging the line lower, tasting salt and skin and the faint shiver under her tongue. She spreads Jenna's thighs and settles between them, mouth opening over the slick heat waiting there. Two fingers slide in while Dana's tongue works steady circles. Jenna's hips jerk. Dana sucks harder, curls her fingers, drives her until the tension breaks in a long, shaking rush. She doesn't stop until Jenna is trembling again, the second wave catching the first, both of them soaked, both of them wrecked.