Picking Up Where We Left Off

Old friends Scarlit Scandal and Nickey Huntsman slip out of the reunion and into an empty classroom. They talk fast, laughing at their old exploits. The school schedule, the dares they accepted, a supply closet, their skirts pushed high, moments they never got to finish. Their voices soften. Both remember prom night the same way. Each girl stood up. Same need to feel something other than rejection. They watched each other touch, they finished quick, shaking and sticky. Tonight the corridor is empty. No faculty. Nickey steps close. Scarlit meets her mouth. They taste wine and memory. Nickey pulls Scarlit onto the empty desk. Their dresses part. Fingers slide into wet heat that never forgot. Scarlit tilts her hips. A single hanging lamp trembles when Nickey kneels. Tongue finding the same rhythm, heavier now. They trade fingers until every breath is a plea. Scarlit climbs the second time, open, cunt tight around three knuckles. Nickey grinds forward, no longer quiet. Nothing interrupts them. They clean their hands on each other’s stockings and walk back with the air still warm between their thighs.