Too Much Of A Good Thing

Brooke sits on the couch, laptop open across her thighs, when Sera bursts through the living room toward the door. Her cropped top barely covers the lower curve of her tits, and the short denim skirt rides high enough to show the seam of her panties with every step. Brooke lifts her gaze, voice calm but edged with urgency. "We need to talk," she says, closing the lid. Sera pauses, impatience obvious in the bounce of one heel. "Make it fast." Brooke chooses her words with care, explaining that Sera has been out every night since turning eighteen, and she worries something might happen. Sera scoffs, saying she knows how to handle herself, then slips out before Brooke can add another word. Alone now, Brooke shakes her head, lines tightening at the corners of her mouth. She opens the laptop again, searches parenting forums. An article catches her eye: let someone overindulge and the habit might collapse under its own weight. Her fingers hover, then tap an idle rhythm on the trackpad. The next afternoon, she finds Sera in her room and wastes no time. She leans in, fingers tracing the strap of Sera's tank, voice low as she praises the younger woman's shape. Sera tilts her head, curious. "What changed? You were giving me grief yesterday." Brooke answers softly that she realizes she was too hard on her, wants to make it up. No persuasion needed. Sera smiles, takes the offered kiss, hands already sliding under Brooke's blouse. Brooke steers the pace, every deliberate touch building toward the plan that waits behind her measured breaths.