Sucking Up To The Teacher

Becky Bandini arrives at the meeting Lauren Phillips requested. Lily Larimar’s grades sit dangerously low, Lauren explains, her voice tight. Becky turns sharply to her step-daughter, displeasure written across her face. Lily was told to handle this with her mouth. Instead the girl has done nothing. Becky decides it’s time Lily learns how these things are settled. She crooks a finger. “Come here. Watch.” Becky steps close and brushes her lips along Lauren’s neck, slow and deliberate. A shaky breath escapes the teacher. Becky signals again. Lily moves to the opposite side and presses her mouth to the tender skin beneath Lauren’s ear. Whatever words of protest Lauren meant to say dissolve into a soft moan. Becky keeps guiding, low commands like silk on skin. Lily kneels, slides both hands beneath the hem of the pencil skirt, lifts it until the fabric bunches at Lauren’s waist. Lily’s tongue meets slick heat. Lauren’s knees nearly give. Becky stays at her shoulder, teeth grazing cartilage, breath hot. The teacher’s fingers tangle in Lily’s hair. Between them they turn the phrase “sucking up to the teacher” into something far more literal—and infinitely messier.