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Graduation Weekend: Part One
Kylie stepped outside and froze. Red cups everywhere. The pool looked like a swamp. Then she heard it—a low moan from the far side, Marley cracking one eye open like someone had punched her in the skull. Marley muttered something about making up for ditching her and offered to sweep the mess before the parents rolled in. Kylie didn’t give a damn about the mess. Not now. The words tumbled out anyway—how she’d been crushing on Marley since fall term, how it never quit. Marley answered by leaning in and grabbing her. Hands greedy. “Take that shirt off,” she said, and Kylie’s breath hitched when Marley’s mouth latched onto her tits, sucking hard like she meant to leave marks. Jeans came next—Marley peeled Kylie’s skintight denim down her thighs and buried her face between her legs. The taste hit her like a drug; she groaned against Kylie’s shaved cunt while her tongue worked tight circles. Kylie’s hips jerked, then she yanked Marley up, stripped her, and returned the favor—two fingers sliding into Marley’s dripping slit while her mouth sucked her swollen clit. They switched off, licking, fingering, chasing the edge until both girls shook at the same time, cunts clenching around wet fingers, moans tangling in the morning air. Sticky, breathless, grinning like idiots—they’d started something that wasn’t going away.
Kylie stepped outside and froze. Red cups everywhere. The pool looked like a swamp. Then she heard it—a low moan from the far side, Marley cracking one eye open like someone had punched her in the skull. Marley muttered something about making up for ditching her and offered to sweep the mess before the parents rolled in. Kylie didn’t give a damn about the mess. Not now. The words tumbled out anyway—how she’d been crushing on Marley since fall term, how it never quit. Marley answered by leaning in and grabbing her. Hands greedy. “Take that shirt off,” she said, and Kylie’s breath hitched when Marley’s mouth latched onto her tits, sucking hard like she meant to leave marks. Jeans came next—Marley peeled Kylie’s skintight denim down her thighs and buried her face between her legs. The taste hit her like a drug; she groaned against Kylie’s shaved cunt while her tongue worked tight circles. Kylie’s hips jerked, then she yanked Marley up, stripped her, and returned the favor—two fingers sliding into Marley’s dripping slit while her mouth sucked her swollen clit. They switched off, licking, fingering, chasing the edge until both girls shook at the same time, cunts clenching around wet fingers, moans tangling in the morning air. Sticky, breathless, grinning like idiots—they’d started something that wasn’t going away.