Teacher's Tramp

Carmen laughs into her phone, voice thick with weekend residue. Hooked up with every girl she wanted, now she's jonesing to get back in circulation once college starts. Her friend drops the new massage spot. Carmen perks up, tilts her chin—Is that where Maddy O'Reilly works? Friend confirms. Carmen kills the call and lets the picture fill her head: old teacher naked, Carmen stripping her down with one year of legality in her favor. She wants it. Bad. She walks into the salon like she owns the keys. "Remember me?" Maddy stares, puzzled, until Carmen tells her the classroom detail. Once the math clicks—Maddy sees eighteen—she leads her back and shuts the door. Soon as she says 'undress for the massage' Carmen peels off everything, not stopping at underwear. Skin hits the heated table. Maddy's hands press heat into her back, her thighs, then stall. Carmen begs her lower. Each inch closer earns a louder moan that bounces off tile. When she flips onto her back, she parts her legs and points her fingers right at her slick center. Maddy hesitates, swallows, finally slides two fingers in without asking. Wet sound, short breath. Carmen's done waiting. She yanks Maddy onto the table, rides the teacher's mouth until her legs tremble, then spins around to taste Maddy—swift tongue, sharp teeth, no apology. Come September, she knows exactly where she's blowing off finals, midterms, whichever itch she needs scratched. Same table. Same hands. Same old teacher on her tongue.