Tea time

I asked her over after class to study. We thought a cup of tea would keep us sharp, so we headed down to the kitchen. The kettle hadn't even clicked off when she stepped behind me, pressed her chest to my back, and slid her hand straight down the front of my skirt. She rubbed me through the thin cotton of my panties until they were soaked. I grabbed the counter, hips tilting back to meet her fingers. She peeled the fabric aside, found me wet, and pushed two inside without warning. My tea steamed beside the sink while she fucked me in short, firm strokes, her thumb circling my clit until my knees buckled and I came with a choked moan, gripping the cool laminate. She pulled her fingers free, slick and shining, and licked them clean before she whispered that we should bring the tea upstairs.