Cheeky coeds

Homework forgotten, Ruby stretches first. She rolls her shoulders, unclips her bra through her shirt, lets it slip free. Olive watches the fabric move, then stands and peels her own top over her head. Niki reaches for her, small hands already sure, tugging down Olive’s skirt. Skin meets skin. Olive turns, pulls Ruby in by the hips until their bodies touch. Heat passes between them, quick and greedy. Niki slides lower, presses her mouth to Olive’s inner thigh, teeth grazing. Olive tilts her head back, breath catching. Ruby’s fingers find Niki’s hair, guide her closer. One sharp tug frees Niki’s ponytail; strands fall across Olive’s stomach. Olive’s legs part wider, welcoming. Ruby leans in next, kisses the line of Olive’s throat, then moves down, tongue tracing salt and heat. Niki’s hand sneaks between Ruby’s legs, pushes aside cotton. She finds her already wet. Two fingers slide in easily. Ruby groans into Olive’s collarbone, hips rocking against Niki’s knuckles. Olive reaches down, grips Ruby’s hair, holds her right where her mouth covers one nipple. She sucks, bites just enough to make Olive gasp. Niki shifts angles, adds a third finger, curls them until Ruby’s knees start to shake. All three move without words—mouths, hands, and slick rhythm marking the only time that matters now.