Erotic literature

She doesn't hear them come in. The two friends from the dorm stand just inside her doorway, watching Marielou on her bed, legs tucked under her. She holds the worn paperback close, lips parted, eyes moving fast across the page. An older shelf high in the room hides these books, the ones no one talks about. The kind that make her shift her hips without thinking. The girl on the page is pressed between two others, one light, one dark, both touching her like they know every inch. Marielou swallows. Her thumb traces the edge of the paper. She turns another page and her breath catches. The book says everything her body already wants.