Schoolgirls at home

Lana kneels behind Courtney, both naked on the tile. Their school uniforms lie scattered in a careless heap. Lana reaches around to smooth the white shirt over Courtney’s breasts, fingers dragging across hard nipples. Courtney steps into the plaid skirt but Lana catches her wrist and holds the fabric at her waist. No panties yet. Courtney laughs, low and dirty. She twists to button the shirt herself, but her breasts push against the thin cloth until the buttons strain. Lana strokes the bare skin above the waistband, tracing downward until her fingers slip between Courtney’s legs. Courtney parts her thighs just enough. Slick skin. Lana’s fingertips slide once, twice, then she stops—leaves Courtney aching. They switch. Courtney pulls Lana’s black knee-highs on, rolling them up with slow care, palms gliding over calves, behind knees. At the thigh she leans in and kisses the newly covered flesh through the nylon. Lana pushes the sock higher. The garter strap bites into the flesh, leaving a red line. Lana’s hand lands in Courtney’s hair, pulling her closer between her legs. Courtney licks once, a warm stripe that makes Lana twitch, then stands again. Skirts get tugged down, shirts tucked. They look decent, if you ignore the flush on their cheeks and the way their lips keep finding each other when they fix each other’s collars. The bell rings. Courtney fingers Lana once more beneath the plaid before they head out.