Loose Enough To Learn

Natalie Brooks is grinding through her world history notes, tension wound tight in her shoulders. Jennifer White watches, sighs, and moves behind her. Her hands press down on the slope of muscle at the base of Natalie’s neck and draw slow circles. The fabric of Natalie’s shirt wrinkles beneath each stroke. Natalie sighs. The sigh turns softer, lower, and heat blooms where Jennifer’s thumbs press. Jennifer’s palms glide lower. She tugs the collar aside and finds warm skin. Her thumbs trace the edge of Natalie’s bra strap, then slip beneath it. Natalie’s breath catches. The tension in her body shifts, melting into something heavier. Her nipples tighten beneath the thin material. Jennifer notices. She smiles, leans closer, lips almost brushing Natalie’s ear. “Want me to keep going?” Natalie nods. Jennifer’s hands slide forward, cup the weight of Natalie’s full, natural breasts. Her fingers close around soft flesh, thumbs circling stiff nipples. Natalie’s thighs part on instinct. Jennifer squeezes once more, then lets one hand drift down Natalie’s stomach, beneath the waistband of her skirt, beneath the lace edge of her panties. Two fingers slide through slick heat, find the swollen nub, and press in slow, deliberate strokes. Natalie’s hips rock forward. Her breathing breaks into quiet, needy gasps. Jennifer keeps her other hand full of Natalie’s breast, kneading as her fingers work deeper, curling inside, dragging wet sounds from between Natalie’s legs. The release builds fast. Natalie’s body tightens, shudders, then gives. Jennifer holds her through it, palm pressed firm against her clit until the tremors fade. When Natalie finally slumps back, calm and spent, Jennifer kisses the side of her neck once and whispers, “Better?”