Alma Step-Mater

Coco sat at her dorm desk when Charlie and Dana walked in, full of stories from the same campus they once roamed. The two older women wanted nothing more than to drag their stepdaughter to the big game, yet Coco kept her eyes on the page. When she finally asked why any of it mattered, Dana smiled and said this was where they first tasted another girl. Coco muttered that college held no such thrill for her. Charlie moved behind the chair, hands sliding onto tight shoulders, thumbs pressing slow circles into knotted muscle. Dana leaned close, breath warm against Coco’s ear, and promised a better kind of lesson. Fingers slipped beneath the hem of Coco’s shirt, tracing bare skin. One kiss landed at the nape of her neck, then another at the corner of her mouth. Clothes drifted to the floor. Charlie’s full breasts brushed Coco’s cheek while Dana guided her hand between spread thighs. Coco gasped, hips lifting as two experienced mouths found her nipples, sucking in tandem. She tasted Charlie first, tongue curious and slick, then turned to Dana, who spread wide and pulled Coco’s face down. The three of them moved from desk to bed, limbs tangled, the textbook forgotten beneath a pile of discarded panties. Every lesson Charlie and Dana had learned years ago now passed, wet and breathless, to the girl between them.