Write In My Yearbook

School's over for Dakota and Tysen and they're flush with it, a kind of lightness that makes everything after graduation feel like permission. They flip through the yearbook like usual, trading stories and underlines, until Dakota takes the pen that’s been resting on her knee and writes it straight out. She’s wanted to kiss Tysen forever. She reads the line aloud and watches it land. Tysen doesn’t blink. She says she’s felt it too, not in any dramatic way, just a steady heat under the surface they never named. They talk about the girls they know on campus, the ones who don’t hide how they kiss each other, and decide, right then, that it’s theirs to try. Dakota leans forward, and Tysen meets her halfway. Their mouths open at the same time. Dakota works at her buttons, bare before she thinks, and Tysen’s hands are warm over her, lifting and closing. Shirts hit the floor. Tysen tugs her bra off, leaving her chest small and pink, and Dakota covers one breast with her mouth, then the other, the tip going hard against her tongue. They press close, skin to skin, rocking without ever making it to the bedroom, and the denim between their legs feels heavier by the minute. Dakota slips a hand down, tugs at Tysen’s waistband, asking with her fingers. Tysen lifts her hips. Shorts and panties come away together; Dakota’s follow. Naked now, Dakota cups the full curve of Tysen’s breasts in her palms, then lies low, dragging her nipples across Tysen’s until the contact sparks. She kisses lower, parts her with two thumbs, and tastes her in a single steady stroke. She sucks until Tysen’s clit swells against her tongue, works it the same rhythm Tysen’s hips are making, then slows when she feels the first warning flutter. Tysen comes with her fingers pulling hard at Dakota’s hair. While she’s still breathing uneven, Dakota turns, moves on top, and plants one knee on either side of her face. Tysen opens her mouth without coaxing and finds Dakota slick and ready. Her tongue parts her, circles and searches, then presses in quick, restless strokes that make Dakota’s thighs shake. Every breath Dakota lets out grows tighter. Tysen wraps her arms around Dakota’s hips and pulls her down to meet each pass of her tongue. Dakota arches, mouth open, and comes in hard, inward pulses that roll through her stomach until she goes slack and lets herself rest there, trembling, mouth still against Tysen’s thigh.