Airing Out The Dirty Laundry

Aiden Ashley folds the last towel when her phone lights up—Coco Lovelock, her best friend’s kid sister, asking if she can run a load at the apartment instead of hauling quarters back to the dorm. Aiden says yes. She’s stepping out of a quick shower, water still sliding off her breasts, when Coco arrives and perches on the edge of the bed. Something’s off in her voice, so Aiden sits close, naked under a towel, and waits. Coco admits the girls at college won’t touch her; they write her off as straight because she hasn’t tried anything yet. Aiden’s towel slips to the floor. She pulls Coco in, shows her exactly how a woman opens for another—soft kisses that turn hungry, fingers tracing and parting wet folds, a slow grind of hips that teaches pressure and rhythm. Every moan becomes a lesson. By the time Coco arches and spills over Aiden’s tongue, she’s already counting the notches she’ll collect back on campus.