Girls Kissing Girls #25

Mary sits at her desk, still laying out tomorrow’s lesson, when Ana walks in smiling. The door shuts behind her. She moves in close and runs her hands over Mary’s waist, leaning in for a soft, warm kiss. Mary’s breath catches; she pulls back, cheeks flushed, because any moment someone could walk by and see the substitute tangled up with another teacher. They hover at that edge for a few minutes, eyes locked, teasing one another in whispers. Just when Ana turns to leave, her phone buzzes with the news that the building’s shut for the day. No one left but the two of them. Ana steps back in, grips Mary’s hips, and slides her tongue deep into her mouth. Their tongues move together, slow, wet, urgent.