An Education In Squirting

Riley shows up at Eliza’s cramped dorm room wearing shorts so short they barely count. Eliza stays hunched at her desk, pen still moving, the glow from her laptop throwing soft shadows on her mouth. “Shopping can wait,” she says without turning around. Riley’s jaw tightens. “What could possibly be more important?” “The paper I’m writing. On female ejaculation.” Riley laughs once, a quick bark. “Girls don’t do that. That’s a guy thing.” Eliza turns, eyes steady. “I do.” She stands, unbuttoning her shirt with the same calm focus she uses when researching. A beat later she kisses Riley, open-mouthed, tongues meeting in a slow glide. Riley’s knees hit the thin carpet. She pulls Eliza’s panties down and buries her tongue in wet heat, tasting her like the first bite of forbidden fruit. Eliza’s thighs clamp around her, hips rolling in lazy, measured thrusts. Two of Riley’s fingers curl upward and something changes; Eliza’s breath stutters, then a sharp, clear rush floods Riley’s wrist and soaks the rug. Eliza laughs, low and throaty. “Your turn.” She drags Riley onto the bed, spreads her legs, and laps at her until Riley’s hips start lifting of their own accord. When Eliza’s mouth locks on her clit and two fingers press up into that soft, secret spot, Riley stops breathing for a second. Then everything lets go. A hot, sudden gush pulses out of her, soaking the sheets and hitting Eliza’s chin. Riley gasps at the sight of it, startled, then laughs helplessly while the aftershocks keep coming. They lie tangled, breathing hard. Each one knows the taste and sound of the other now, and neither is about to forget.