Teach me!

Gossip travels fast. Suzie Carina's name kept coming up, especially the quiet talk about how she taught English to Eileen Young. Suzie zeroed in on the female body. Every part. She had Eileen repeat the words, point, trace, memorize. Suzie spoke low, slow, deliberate. Her lips stayed close to Eileen's ear as she pronounced each syllable, letting the sound slip down Eileen's spine. Eileen learned fast. She picked up the rhythm in Suzie's breath, followed the faint rise of her chest, met the exact tilt of her pelvis when Suzie leaned in to correct her. She answered every correction with a hand that mirrored the lesson. Nipple. Clit. Opening. Suzie never pulled away. Instead she pulled Eileen closer, held her wrist, guided the touch herself. The classroom was quiet except for the soft slap of skin, the hitched breath that followed, the name Suzie kept repeating until Eileen could say it the same way she said the rest of the body—wet, open, certain.