Teaching the Basics

Alone in her room, Lulu Chu parts her thighs and hooks a finger into her shorts. She yanks the thin cotton aside and circles her clit, slicking herself wet. The quiet pulse of pleasure is shattered when the door swings open. Jessie Saint stands there, wide-eyed. Lulu jerks her hand away and yanks her shorts back into place, spitting demands and questions. Jessie says she only wanted a shirt, but now her eyes keep flicking back to the damp spot blooming between Lulu’s legs. She admits she has never touched herself that way. Curiosity curls at the corner of Lulu’s mouth. She pats the mattress and Jessie crawls in. Side by side, Lulu shows her the slow, steady rhythm, then slips her hand between Jessie’s thighs to guide every motion. Jessie’s breath snags and she pushes into the touch, greedy. Clothes peel away in a tangle until skin meets skin. Lulu keeps teaching, tongue, fingers, and thighs, while Jessie answers with the raw, eager hunger of a beginner who learns fast. Yet Lulu still has a trick or two left to pull once the basics are done.