Morning rush

Laki moved in last week and now I’m always late for first period. She sleeps in the nude, nothing but warm brown skin against cotton sheets. One hand reaches for me under the covers, finds me already hard. A few slow strokes and she pulls me on top, legs parting without hesitation. No kisses, just her sighing into my mouth as I push inside, the headboard tapping the wall each time I thrust. Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs when I angle deeper, the slick, tight heat of her making it impossible to pull out again. We both finish fast and loud, her nails scraping down my spine, mine gripping the pillow behind her head. Afterwards, the smell of sex clings to my uniform; no shower erases it completely. The bell is already ringing by the time I hit the hallway.