School's Out: The Tutor Redux

Adria's on the couch grinding through algebra but nothing sticks. She's barely on page one when Alina shows up, smirking like she owns the night. Adria practically jumps up to meet her until she clocks the romance book spread wide open. "This what you been doing instead of equations?" Alina says, flipping the pages. Adria shrugs. Her face heats up. Alina teases her about boys, then freezes when Adria says she actually likes girls more. For a second, neither of them moves. Then Alina drags one finger slow across Adria's bare thigh. Adria shivers. "I've always been into girls," Alina murmurs, voice low, leaning closer. She never broadcast it. Never had a reason to. Now she's got one. Her mouth brushes Adria's ear. "Our secret." Adria moans before they even kiss. Clothes hit the floor fast. Alina's hands are everywhere, greedy. Adria pulls her down, thighs locked, mouths wet and rough. Algebra stays open on the table, ignored. They're fucking instead.