Massage Class Secrets Part Two: Study Break

Chloe Amour can’t focus on her textbooks. Exams loom, yet every paragraph slips through her mind the moment she glances at Jenna Sativa sprawled beside her, bare legs tucked beneath denim shorts. Chloe sets her pencil down. Jenna keeps hers moving, intent on notes that might save them both come Monday. A phone buzzes. Jenna answers. Riley Reed. Massage club opening tomorrow, exclusive list, free drinks. Chloe rolls her eyes and murmurs that she could give a better rub herself. Jenna shakes her head, still listening, but her focus has already cracked. Chloe rises, unbuttons her shirt, lets it fall. She asks Jenna to do the same. Jenna hesitates, then peels hers off too. Sunlight stripes their skin, natural breasts shifting with each breath. Chloe straddles the back of Jenna’s thighs and presses warm palms along bare shoulders, gliding down the smooth slope of her cousin’s spine. Fingers grow bolder. Chloe traces the swell at the small of Jenna’s back, dips lower, cups the curve where cotton meets skin. She hooks one slim strap and whispers that the thong has to go if she’s going to work out the tension. Jenna lifts her hips; the fabric slips free. Chloe’s hands knead the firm flesh, thumbs pressing deep, parting, stroking inward. Jenna’s breath shortens. Chloe leans close, lips brushing the shell of Jenna’s ear, and offers one last deal: skip the test and this massage becomes a daily habit. Jenna laughs, low and throaty, and tells her she’ll need to prove it first. Chloe answers by sliding one hand between Jenna’s legs, fingers finding wet heat, moving with slow, deliberate circles. Jenna’s hips tilt, chasing the pressure, and the textbooks slide forgotten to the floor.