Summer Homework
2014·22 min·94% liked·21.5K Views
Carmen missed the June exit. Now she needs a September seat, so the books eat her summer. Equations that won’t stick, flags she’ll drop the second the test is over, yet the right playlist keeps the boredom bearable. Mid-afternoon Diana finds her—still a textbook on her lap, still miles from finished—so Diana heads to the pool alone.
She lays a towel in the sun, peels down to the pale-pink bottoms, and slips into the shallow water. Sweat curls at her waist before the first cool wave knocks it away. Carmen watches from above. She snaps the heavy geography book shut, slides into her yellow string suit, and joins her.
A towel big enough for two; music gone, so the conversation dies and only wet skin remains. Carmen’s top slips off first. Full, bare breasts flash in the light, nipples stiff from the change in temperature. Tongues follow quickly—messy, greedy, tasting chlorine and summer skin.
Diana’s bottoms go next. A shy flinch, then a rushed “You won’t tell?” met with a low, sure “Never.” Nude now, they stretch out. Carmen sits Diana up, knees wide, and presses her mouth to the clean-shaven slit. Slow, wet laps, sucking on the tiny clit, two fingers sliding over her own slick folds to stay ready.
Diana’s thighs tremble. When her breathing breaks, Carmen doesn’t stop; she seals tighter, flicks faster, drives her over. Diana comes with a shaky shout, one hand knotted in blonde hair.
Her turn to learn. Carmen stretches out, legs open, guiding Diana’s mouth into place. The first strokes are shaky, then steadier. Lips, tongue, suction, until Carmen’s hips lift on their own and her voice cracks into gasps that roll straight into a high, sharp climax.
They trade spots again. Diana straddles Carmen’s face, and Carmen eats her from below while Diana grinds down. Tongues flick; moans overlap. They shift, Carmen underneath, both of them open and busy at once. Eyes closed, bodies locked, they lick until neither can hold it. The orgasm rips through them together—loud, wet, trembling—then they collapse, laughing, sweaty, and find each other’s mouths once more.













