Cheers

Two glasses of wine ought to calm Nana’s nerves. Tonight will be her first time with a woman, and she has chosen one who already knows exactly how to touch her. The teacher moves closer now, fingers tracing the inside of Nana’s thigh beneath silk, parting it wider so nothing is hidden. Slow circles graze her clit, then two fingers slide in deep and stay there, feeling the tight wet clench. Nana gasps, hips lifting, chasing more of that slow, deliberate thrust. Their mouths meet hard. Tongues brush as the teacher rubs a quick thumb across the swollen hood again and again until Nana’s thighs shake. Every push draws a low, helpless sound that the wine can no longer smother. She comes once on those fingers, soft muscles fluttering, then again when the teacher lowers her mouth and sucks with steady, hungry rhythm.