School's Out: Hot for Student

Lily’s at the desk in her room, burying herself in homework, when her phone rings. The screen says Kristen Scott—the last name she expects to see. Kristen invites her over to the party she’s throwing for students and faculty. Lily’s about two steps from finished anyway. Screw it. She says yes, kills the call. When she reaches the house it’s dead quiet. No voices, no music. Lily steps inside and the hairs on her arms stand up. “Where is everybody?” she asks. Kristen just smiles, says they’ll trickle in soon, then reaches out. Lily’s blouse hangs open at the top, and Kristen trails one finger along the exposed edge of her bra, murmuring that the lace looks good against her skin. Lily freezes. Kristen cups the back of her neck and pulls her into a kiss anyway. Lily pulls away just far enough to admit, “I’ve never…with a girl.” Kristen’s answer is a bite against her throat and a low promise: “I’ll loosen you up.” Lily’s still protesting—inexperienced, no idea what she’s doing—when Kristen chuckles and says, “That’s why you have a teacher.” Lily’s resistance slips. Her blouse comes off; Kristen’s hands close over her tits, squeezing through the bra until Lily’s breath catches. The bra follows, straps sliding down her arms, and Kristen’s mouth seals over a stiff nipple, sucking hard. Lily swears under her breath. Kristen tugs Lily’s skirt down, drops to the couch, and pushes her thighs apart. Two quick strokes of fingers and Lily comes sharp and fast, biting back a cry. Then Kristen lies back, pulling Lily over her mouth. The first flick of her tongue makes Lily see white. She grips the couch, thinking, This is what I’ve been missing—a woman who knows exactly where and how hard to touch.