Studious But Sassy

Three girls sit in their seats, pens moving, pages turning. Candee Licious slides her palm onto Alyssa Bounty’s thigh and squeezes. Their eyes catch. Heat flickers, sharp and silent. Fingers drift higher, brushing bare skin under the desk. Alyssa leans in, lips parted. Candee meets her halfway, breath warm. Irina keeps writing until a soft gasp makes her pause. When she looks up, Candee’s hand is already guiding Alyssa’s fingers between her own parted legs. Irina stands, steps close, and drops her book. She kisses the side of Candee’s neck while Candee’s fingers slip under Alyssa’s skirt and find her slick. Moans mix with the scratch of paper. Books tumble. The three of them tangle—hands, mouths, hips pressing—until nothing else exists but the slick heat of skin on skin.