Going Away Sex

Georgia zipped her last suitcase. Stoney leaned against the doorframe in nothing but black cotton panties, bare tits tight in the afternoon heat. "College isn't what you think," Stoney said, sliding her thumbs along the elastic at her hips. "You need to know what girls like." Georgia stood frozen, hands on her bag. Stoney crossed the room, took her step-sister's wrist, and guided it to her breast. The nipple stiffened under Georgia's palm. "Feel that? That’s what they’ll want. Touch it like you mean it." Stoney pushed Georgia onto the bed. She straddled her waist, ground down once so the heat of her cunt pressed through two thin layers of fabric. Then she peeled Georgia’s jeans open and slipped inside with two fingers. Georgia gasped; Stoney kept her wrist steady and drove deeper, curling until the bed creaked. "Watch," Stoney told her. She dragged her soaked fingers out and pushed them past Georgia’s lips. "Taste yourself on me. That’s what they’ll want too." She rocked forward, lips at Georgia’s ear. "Spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you slow, show you how to take it, how to give it back. You’ll need both." Georgia’s thighs parted. Stoney sank lower, mouth open, breath hot, tongue already reaching.