Final Exam Practice

Charley had been taking massage classes for months. The final exam hung over her like a stone. She asked Lilly to come over so she could practice every stroke until the motions felt automatic. Lilly undressed and lay face down on the table. Charley warmed oil between her palms, then pressed it into Lilly's shoulders, down the length of her spine, and over the soft curve of each ass cheek. Lilly's skin glistened, taking the light like dark glass. When Charley told her to turn, Lilly settled onto her back and kept her knees together at first, uncertain. Charley kneaded her arms, worked the muscles of her thighs, then cupped both breasts. She rolled the nipples between oil-slick thumbs until they tightened. Lilly's breath hitched, but Charley spoke low and steady, the way the instructors taught: "Chest and pelvic work is standard. It prepares the body to release." She trailed her hands lower, parted Lilly's labia, and traced slow circles around the clitoris already swelling under her touch. She spread Lilly wider, leaned in, and dragged her tongue through the wet heat. Lilly gasped but didn't pull away. The flat of Charley's tongue pressed, flicked, circled. Lilly lifted her hips for more, and Charley slid two fingers inside, curling them against the soft ridge within. Moisture coated her knuckles. Lilly moaned openly now, every muscle trembling. Charley guided her onto hands and knees. Lilly arched without being asked, presenting the flushed, glistening slit. Charley knelt behind her, spread her wider with both thumbs, and licked in long, firm strokes from clit to entrance. Each pass made Lilly rock back. Her thighs shook. When Charley sucked the swollen clit and thrust her fingers in hard, Lilly came with a choked cry, pulsing around Charley's knuckles. Charley rested her cheek against Lilly's thigh, breathing warm air over the wet skin. "Would you work on me next?" she asked. "I want my own nerves gone before I walk into that exam."