The No Talent Show

Nia and Arietta lounge in Arietta's bedroom, the talent-show deadline hanging between them. Nia sits with knees drawn tight, convinced she has nothing to offer. Arietta keeps urging, certain there's something Nia can show. A sly glint flashes across Nia's face; Arietta leans in, insistent. Nia hesitates, then confesses the only talent she has is for kissing, and insists it's too intimate for the auditorium stage. Arietta smirks, calls her bluff. Nia moves in, lips soft and sure, and the teasing kiss deepens fast. Hands roam. Nia tugs Arietta's top aside and mouths each stiff nipple, pulling soft gasps from her friend. A moment later Nia sinks lower, parts wet folds, and tongues Arietta open, every stroke deliberate. Arietta's thighs tremble, locked around Nia's shoulders. She knows the school won't see a single second of this, yet she smiles through the heat, tasting Nia's secret talent for herself.