Lady Lessons Part Three: The Trainer

Abby cruises for college girls at her private women's gym. The place draws exactly who she wants—freshmen looking to tighten up before semester starts. Veronica walks in one Tuesday, spots the trainer's long stare, and decides to make the first move. Two days later she's parked outside Abby's apartment, nervous and already wet. The door opens. Abby stands barefoot in black leggings, towel around her neck. She steps aside. "Studio's through there. Strip down to your sports bra and shorts." Abby never starts with weights. She watches the new girl fold forward, hands flat on the mat. Veronica's thin shorts ride up the cleft of her ass; the pale fabric pulls tight across her lips. Abby steps closer, palms the curve, testing. Veronica stays bent over. A small sound escapes her throat. They kiss standing up, teeth clashing, breathing through noses. Abby yanks the tiny sports bra over Veronica's head. Small brown nipples stand tight. Abby sucks one, feeds the other into Veronica's mouth until the girl whimpers. Shorts fall. Both naked now, they sink to the mat in a tangle of legs. Abby spreads the younger girl open with two fingers, drags her tongue from perineum to clit in one slow stroke. She fucks her with her mouth, lips sealed around the swollen bud, tasting fresh sweat and heat. Veronica bucks. Abby climbs, swings a thigh over, plants her own smooth cunt on Veronica's tongue. They grind against faces until spit runs down chins. Abby pulls off, spins, straddles again, faces the window. Veronica licks greedily from below. Abby's palms smack the cool glass for balance, tits flattened against the pane as her hips jerk and she comes hard—wet pulses onto the girl's open mouth while low moans echo off the bare studio walls.