Sexual Favors

Sierra missed rent again. Veronica, the landlord's daughter her age, knocked once and stepped inside without waiting. Her eyes slid over the cramped dorm room, found Sierra flushed at her desk. Veronica's mouth curved. She shut the door with a quiet click. She walked to the narrow bed and dropped onto it, legs spread in tight jeans, bare feet dangling. "Rent," she said, low and almost kind. Sierra's pulse quickened. She rose, crossed the room, and kneeled between Veronica's legs without a word. Veronica watched her for a beat, then lifted her right foot, toes brushing Sierra's lips. "Start here." Sierra leaned in, tongue tasting salt and leather, hands cradling the ankle like it might vanish. Her own thighs squeezed together. Veronica let the cropped tank slide higher, revealing smooth brown skin, then pulled it off entirely. Full, dusky-tipped breasts spilled free. Sierra's mouth dried; her gaze dropped to them, hungry. Veronica arched, pushing the foot deeper against Sierra's tongue. "Shirt, too," Veronica murmured. Sierra obeyed, fingers fumbling. The air hit her nipples and they tightened instantly. She shifted, climbing over Veronica's hips, denim grinding denim, both girls slick inside their panties. Veronica's hands found Sierra's waist, guiding the roll of her pelvis faster. "Pants," Veronica ordered, lifting her own hips so Sierra could peel denim and lace away. Bare now, Veronica opened wider. Her cunt gleamed—swollen, dark, the short strip of hair above it damp. She dipped two fingers into her mouth, coated them shiny with spit, then dragged them over her own clit in slow circles. "Copy me." Sierra's fingers shook. She licked them, slid them down, mirroring every stroke. The wet sound of fingertips on wet flesh filled the room. Veronica reached between them, found Sierra's clit, rubbed harder. Sierra gasped, mouth open against Veronica's calf. Soon fingers slipped lower. Veronica curled two inside Sierra and Sierra answered, sliding two inside Veronica. They rocked together, hips jerking, knuckles slick. Then Veronica sat up, pushed Sierra onto her back, and crawled between her thighs. Her tongue flicked once—hot, teasing—then flattened and dragged long and slow from entrance to clit. Sierra's back bowed. She grabbed Veronica's hair, ground up against her mouth. They turned, sixty-nine, greedy and sloppy, licking deep, sucking, moaning into each other until the twin crescendos hit—sharp, shattering, voices cracking as they came loud enough to rattle the dorm window.