The Squirt Tutor

Madi opened the door for Kimmy Kimm. Kimmy stepped inside wearing tight black slacks and a silk blouse, laptop bag slung over one shoulder. She'd answered Madi's message three days ago. Madi had set four towels across the bed in a fan, edges crisp, and she watched Kimmy notice them. Kimmy smiled, a small knowing flicker, then said the towels were perfect. She was the tutor, after all. Kimmy told Madi to take a breath. Then she set a porcelain wash basin on the floor, ran the water warm, wrung out a soft cloth, and told Madi they were cleaning first, then working. Madi peeled her T-shirt off. Kimmy slid Madi's panties down slow, eyes on the trimmed strip of hair between her legs, but never stared—just measured the comfort on Madi's face. The cloth moved in gentle circles, each pass making Madi's hips tilt forward a touch. Madi exhaled; nothing dangerous, nothing clinical. Kimmy sat back against the headboard, knees wide. She cupped her own folds, stroked with middle and ring finger together, pressure light then harder at the ridge just inside. Liquid built quickly; the first spurt left a dark oval on the towel under her. She didn't rush. Another pulse and the towel turned heavier, shinier. Madi's throat moved when she swallowed. Your turn, Kimmy said. She slid behind Madi, her breasts pressed soft to Madi's shoulder blades, and guided Madi's own fingers. Madi curled, pressed the forward wall, exhaled short when the first warm dribble slid down. Kimmy told her good—voice low—then covered Madi's hand with her own and kept the rhythm steady until another pulse came, stronger. The sound was quick splashes, nothing gentle left. Kimmy laughed once, open, and kissed Madi's earlobe. After that neither needed instructions. Kimmy straddled Madi's thigh while Madi fingered her deeper, heels dug into the mattress. Kimmy came twice fast, each spurt warming the front of Madi's hip. Later they traded places—Madi's back on fresh towels, Kimmy's palm slick and firm. Madi arched, knees falling open. The jet surprised her, splashing across Kimmy's wrist. They kept going until every towel lay wrinkled and dark. Kimmy kissed the inside of Madi's thigh, smiled once more, and whispered that her girlfriend had a hell of a surprise coming.