Girls Kissing Girls - Abigail and Lena

Mary stands at the desk, stacking papers. Ana steps inside and closes the door. One glance, one slow grin, and she’s right there. Hands find Mary’s waist. A soft kiss, lips brushing, then deeper. Mary pulls away with a quiet gasp and a quick look over her shoulder, heart hammering. She’s here on a temp badge; the last thing she needs is proof she’s bedding a colleague. But Ana’s lips graze her ear and Mary feels her knees give. They talk in low voices for a minute longer—fingers stroking, eyes dark—then set a time for later, whispered against parted mouths. Ana’s phone buzzes. School’s empty for the rest of the day. Her smile turns hungry. She backs Mary against the desk, catches her jaw, and slips her tongue deep, wet and slow, until Mary answers with a stifled moan. Their tongues slide, push, tangle, urgent and shameless.