Girly Morning

Tina skipped class that morning. She had the house to herself, and she took her time. First came a book. Then nail polish. Then tea. Eventually her hands slipped between her legs. She pulled her top up. Her small breasts lifted with each breath, nipples already tight from the morning air. She rubbed them slowly, then let one hand drift lower. Cotton clung to her shaved lips. She pressed her fingers through the fabric until it grew damp. The panties came off. Her fingers traced along the bare skin beneath, parting it, finding the heat inside. She dipped one finger in, pulled it out glistening, then pushed again. Deeper this time. She rolled to her knees, ass raised, and worked two fingers in at once. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. She turned onto her back. Legs spread wide. One hand circled her clit while the other fucked her in steady strokes. The tension built fast. Her thighs tightened. Her belly fluttered. Two fingers curled inside her and held there as she came, shaking hard against her own hand. Afterward she stayed curled on her side, skin flushed, breathing slow, the last pulses of pleasure moving through her in faint waves.