The College Student

Hayden spotted the cheap massage flyer at school and booked herself a session. Casey was the kind of woman who made you look twice; silk-etched features, tight blouse, slow, sure hands. Hayden told her she’d been knotted up from midterms, and Casey’s mouth curved in a way that promised relief. Casey nodded once and told her to strip. When Hayden lay face down, Casey worked oil into her calves and thighs with practiced pressure. Then Casey noticed Hayden’s wrist moving beneath her hips, fingers already working her own clit in lazy circles. The masseuse didn’t scold; she just watched for a beat and smiled. “Turn over,” Casey said quietly. As soon as Hayden was on her back, warm palms covered her tits, thumbs flicking the nipples until they peaked. Hayden answered the touch by sliding two fingers inside herself and stroking her clit again. Oil slicked Casey’s grip, pulling soft, slick sounds from Hayden’s skin. “I can give you everything,” Casey murmured. Hayden’s answer was to spread her knees. Casey stripped off her own clothes, climbed over her, and lowered a neatly shaved, wet pussy to Hayden’s mouth. Hayden’s tongue met slick folds while Casey’s lips closed over Hayden’s swollen clit, sucking steady and tight. They rocked against each other in perfect rhythm, hips lifting, thighs flexing. Hayden’s orgasm tore through her seconds later—spine arching, thighs trembling hard enough to rock the table—while her mouth stayed sealed to Casey’s sweet, honeyed cunt. When Casey finally eased off her, Hayden’s mind was liquid and drifting, every thought of schoolwork burned clean away.