School Is In

September still clings to her skin when Candy Sweet walks through the door. Homework sits open on the table and she stares at it for three seconds before she shoves it aside. The summer comes roaring back—the days she stayed naked and fucked herself whenever she felt like it. Heat flashes between her legs. She peels the shirt over her head. Her breasts spring free, nipples tight and flushed. Pants drop next; a silky rasp of fabric over thighs. Fingers slide under the waistband of her panties, stroking the slick warmth already gathering there. She steps out of the last scrap of cotton and stands naked in her room, skin prickling. Her palm glides over her belly, over the firm curve of each breast, circling the sensitive peaks until they stiffen harder. She reaches under the pillow, finds the bright pink shaft exactly where she left it. One low moan escapes as the blunt tip nudges her entrance. She presses the vibrator inside, inch by deliberate inch, hips tilting to take it deeper. Wet sounds fill the quiet. Her breath stutters. Each thrust pulls another wave of pleasure up from her core, carrying her straight back to those long afternoons when coming was as easy as breathing and time melted into one endless pulse of heat.