Girls In White #011 002

Nicki caught the news on a Tuesday afternoon. Danica’s name on the official list, acceptance to Girls in White confirmed. No hesitation. Nicki waited outside the dorm, leaned against her car, legs crossed at the ankles, white silk shirt unbuttoned to the middle of her chest. Danica stepped through the glass doors in tight jeans and a cropped tee, nervous energy tight in her shoulders. Nicki let her see it all: the hard nipples under thin fabric, the slow curve of her tongue across her lower lip. “Come here,” Nicki said, and pulled her close. The kiss was immediate, deep. Tongue sliding, tasting the surprise in Danica’s mouth. Nicki cupped the back of her neck with one hand, the other slipping under the cropped tee to palm the bare skin beneath. Danica’s breath caught when Nicki’s thumb brushed the swell of her breast. Nicki broke the kiss only to bite her lip, then whispered, “You’re mine now.” She unbuttoned her own shirt another notch, letting the lace of her bra show. Danica’s eyes followed. Nicki smiled, grabbed her wrist, and guided her palm to the front of her jeans. The heat there was obvious, deliberate. She pressed Danica’s hand against her crotch and rolled her hips once, slow and filthy. Danica’s fingers twitched. Nicki leaned in, voice low. “You want to thank me? Get in the car.”