Homeschooled By My Neighbor

Katerina Deville is used to her parent overseeing every lesson. Today that role falls to neighbor Lucia Rossi. Katerina sits at the kitchen table, pencil idle, eyes flicking over Lucia’s fitted blouse and the slow sway of her generous breasts as she explains the problem. The sight pulls heat low in Katerina’s belly. Lucia steps out to grab a notebook. Alone, Katerina opens her laptop and hunts for answers. The door clicks sooner than expected. Lucia leans against the frame, arms crossed beneath her full chest, watching Katerina scramble. Katerina meets her gaze. “Don’t tell my parent,” she says, voice low. “I can make it worth your while.” Her small hand slides up Lucia’s thigh. Lucia’s answer is a slow, knowing smile. She cups Katerina’s jaw, draws her up, and kisses her hard enough to steal the next breath. Fingers slip beneath Katerina’s waistband and find her already slick. Two fingers curl inside without warning, stroking deep while Lucia’s thumb circles her clit. Katerina arches into the touch, one hand gripping the table, the other palming Lucia’s heavy breast through thin fabric. Lucia tugs the blouse open, letting Katerina suck a stiff nipple while her own hand works faster between Katerina’s legs. The kitchen fills with wet sounds and sharp little gasps. When Katerina comes, it’s sudden and loud, thighs shaking around Lucia’s wrist. Lucia eases her down onto the table, spreads her wider, and keeps her fingers moving until Katerina is begging for more. Then she trades places, hiking her skirt, guiding Katerina’s eager mouth to the slick heat between her own thighs. The lesson ends only after both women have taken what they needed from each other—skin flushed, mouths bruised, the table still faintly trembling beneath them.