Almost Caught Cheating

Alina tries to focus while Adria shouts at the screen, headphones blaring. She pulls them off and asks her to stay quiet. Adria shrugs, says she’ll try. Alina already knows she won’t, so she sets her next play in motion. Whitney shows up, arms full of books. They settle on the bed and Alina starts pouring it on—praise, smiles, fingers brushing her thigh. Whitney squirms and looks toward the door, but Alina’s already kissing her. The bed creaks. Adria steps into the hallway, checks the room. The girls are bent over pages, heads close, pens tapping. Adria nods, heads back to her game. The second the door clicks shut, Alina’s hands slide under Whitney’s sweater, tugging it up, fabric scraping her ribs. She pins Whitney’s wrists above her head with one hand and mouths down her neck, teeth grazing skin. Whitney bites back a moan. Alina grins, pushes her jeans down, finds her already wet, and slides two fingers in—steady, deep. Whitney arches, knees bending, heels digging into the mattress. Alina watches her face the whole time, adds her thumb over her clit, keeps the rhythm tight until Whitney’s panting, thighs shaking. She pulls her fingers out, sucks them clean, and climbs over her, straddling her hips so Whitney can feel how soaked Alina is too. No one studies after that.