Art School Girls Are Easy - Part 1

She slides her hand between the other girl's thighs, warm skin yielding to the pressure. Their legs open wider. Fingers trace the slick folds, parting them with a quiet confidence that leaves no doubt. A low sound slips out when one thumb circles the clit, slow at first, then firmer, and the answer comes back in the form of a quick breath and a hips twitching forward. They watch each other as they push two fingers inside, knuckles glistening, and the wet pull is unmistakable. It's slower than it needs to be, like they're feeling for heat instead of chasing it. Their hands meet in the middle, stroking in the same rhythm, chasing a tension they refuse to hurry. The room smells like sex and skin. They know what they're doing.