Baited After School

Crystal Rush always claimed she was untouchable. Straight-laced. Immune to games. Elizabeth Skylar listened with a half-smile and filed it away. Weeks later Crystal agreed to meet in an empty classroom after hours, thinking the night would stay private and delicious. The scarf slid over her eyes. Hands tugged at her waist. The desk felt cool against her stomach as Elizabeth bent her forward and hiked her skirt. A zipper sighed. Fingers slid down her spine. "Keep still," someone whispered. Then the mouth changed. Softer tongue, quicker rhythm, bolder. Crystal moaned, clutching the edge. She assumed the angle explained the difference and rocked back into it, wet and wanting. The pleasure came sharp and steady, Sarah working her with greedy precision while Elizabeth watched from the corner, one hand between her own thighs. Crystal reached up, peeled the blindfold away. Saw blonde hair, not Elizabeth’s chestnut. Heard a soft laugh behind her. She froze. Heat flooded her cheeks. Then a quiet laugh slipped free of her own throat. "I guess I’m the fool." She looked back at Sarah, at Elizabeth, both flushed and waiting. For one heartbeat she considered leaving. Instead she lifted her hips, voice low and certain. "Since we’re here, don’t stop."