Women's Studies

Lily never expected her confusion to spill out in the middle of office hours. She closed the door behind her, breath short, and asked London if she could teach her what attraction felt like. London studied her for a long beat, then stood and locked the door. Her skirt whispered as she crossed the room. She placed Lily on the edge of the desk and kissed her slow, tongue working past soft, nervous lips until Lily's shoulders loosened. Then she slipped her hand under Lily's panties and found her slick. Two fingers eased inside, curling with a steady rhythm while London watched her face. Each stroke dragged a wet sound from Lily's cunt and pushed a broken moan from her throat. London kept her close, whispering exactly what she felt—the heat, the grip, the way her pussy fluttered around each thrust. When Lily came, it was sudden, her thighs shaking, a flush racing up her chest. Afterward London didn't pull away. She brought her fingers to Lily's mouth, slick and glistening, and let her taste her own want, gentle but deliberate.