Teens at home

Homework waited on the table. We ignored it. Jordan went for my ribs instead and I lost my shirt fast. Her fingers found every soft spot until laughter gave way to heat and I had my hand between her thighs. We fumbled with jeans and underwear until nothing was in the way. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled my face, grinding while I licked and tasted. I reached down, slipped two fingers inside myself, wet and open, then reached for her and did the same. We rocked like that—her on my tongue, my fingers working us both—until the homework was forgotten and the only numbers that mattered were how many times we came.