Showcase: India Summer

India strolled down the empty corridor, heels clicking against tile. A headache should not keep a girl gone this long. Too many students were missing, all routed through the nurse. She needed answers. The nurse’s office door opened before she knocked. Silvia leaned against the frame, coat slung over one arm. India caught the lacy hem of a girl’s panties peeking from the pocket. Her stomach tightened. “Those don’t belong to you,” she said. Silvia smiled, slow and untroubled. “The girls come to me for more than aches. They need release. I give it to them.” India stepped inside and closed the door. “I’ll tell the dean right now.” Silvia moved closer. Heat met India’s thigh as Silvia’s hand slid beneath her skirt, palm gliding upward. “You will,” Silvia murmured, “right after I show you why they keep coming back.” Her fingers slipped beneath silk. India gasped, already wet. Silvia sank to her knees, parting India with her tongue, licking long and steady. India braced against the exam table, hips tilting, breath breaking. Each stroke drew her deeper under. When India could stand it no longer she pulled Silvia up, kissed her hard, then dropped between her legs. She tasted another woman for the first time in years and found herself greedy for it. Silvia gripped India’s hair, guiding her, praising her. India didn’t want guidance; she wanted everything. Silvia came with a soft, shaking cry. India stood, wiped her mouth, and bent forward over the table herself. Silvia’s fingers worked fast and sure, fucking her open until India shook apart, cunt clenching, moans swallowed against her own wrist. She straightened, flushed, skirt rumpled. Silvia watched her with quiet satisfaction. India smoothed her hair. “I think I’ll need another check-up tomorrow.”