Lady Lessons Part Five: The Tutor

Charlotte had barely finished showing Sierra how a college girl's mouth really works when she turned the corner and met Aubrey's stare. The sophomore wore the kind of school skirt that always rode too high. Aubrey blocked her path like she already owned the moment. My dad says this house is my castle, she said, swinging her bedroom door open, and stepped aside so Charlotte could follow. The girl didn't flinch, just hooked her thumbs in her skirt pockets and walked backwards, keeping her eyes fixed on Charlotte's mouth. Charlotte's heart thudded. She couldn't tell whether Aubrey had seen Sierra slip out ten minutes earlier, flushed and unsteady on her feet. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Once the door clicked, Aubrey hopped onto the bed, knees apart, her skirt inching up like an invitation. Help me with this, she asked, holding a crumpled geography worksheet between her spread legs. Geography it was, but Charlotte's glance slipped first: pale cotton panties, the crease of lips clearly outlined. Aubrey noticed and smiled wider. Charlotte kept her focus sharp, going over river mouths and capitals, but the room felt too small. She needed a safer subject and blurted out the party her friends were throwing that night. Big house, lots of older girls, warm wine in mason jars. Aubrey's eyes shone. Take me with you, she said. I'll do anything. Charlotte tried to laugh it off, but the girl meant it. Aubrey's skirt crept higher on its own. Her fingers brushed Charlotte's wrist, and that little touch said the rest. They undressed slowly, as if each button could be undone twice. When Charlotte finally knelt, she traced a path with her tongue around the tidy little cleft that bloomed open for her. Aubrey's hips twitched, impatient. Charlotte licked lower, taking her time, savoring the clean taste, until Aubrey clutched the sheets and shook apart. The sound of her coming filled the quiet room like warm rain on a tin roof. Charlotte climbed on next, sliding her slick heat against Aubrey's until their slick clits caught and dragged. Just as the pressure knotted tight between them, Charlotte stopped short. She eased back, eyes bright. Show me what I taught you, she whispered. Aubrey got the message. She pressed Charlotte to the pillows and lowered her mouth, tasting carefully, each stroke longer than the last. Charlotte's hands tightened on the girl's golden hair, body bowing off the bed, and she let the orgasm sweep her away, bright, helpless, utterly earned. Afterward she lay there watching Aubrey catch her own breath, already planning which dress would fit the teenager best for the party that night.