High Drama in the Drama Department

For months they'd traded looks across the classroom—Ryan's slow stares, Charlotte's little smirks, the electric silence that stretched between them whenever they brushed past one another. Today it snapped. Ryan pushed Charlotte into the costume closet and locked the door behind them. The smell of fabric starch mixed with their sweat. Hands tore at buttons, cotton shirts yanked open, skirts hiked up. Ryan's mouth found Charlotte's breast through thin lace, bit through it, sucked until she shivered. Charlotte reached under Ryan's slacks, fingers sliding straight into wet heat, fucking her with short, sharp strokes. They dropped to the floor, dresses bunched at their waists. Charlotte straddled Ryan's thigh and ground down hard, clit pressing fabric against her own. Ryan grabbed her ass, guiding the rhythm, fucking back with quick snaps of her hips. The shelves rattled. Charlotte came first, her teeth sunk into Ryan's shoulder, then turned and buried her tongue between Ryan's spread legs, licking deep until Ryan's breath broke and her thighs trembled around Charlotte's head.