Back to school

On the last days of their summer break, Bailey and Sanna tried on their old school uniforms to see if they still fit. Once she slipped the dress off, Bailey felt a heat rise in her. She stepped in close behind Sanna, murmuring compliments against her skin, letting her fingers drift slowly along her friend’s waist. Bailey’s breath grew quicker, and quiet laughter slipped between her words as her hands explored the edge of Sanna’s underwear. A single curious touch turned bold, her palm sliding lower, fingers slipping beneath fabric until Sanna shivered. They stayed pressed together, skin to skin under their half-buttoned uniforms, every movement slow, deliberate, and filled with a sweet, shared tension.