Put To The Test

Three girls pile onto Adriana's bed with the tablet between them. Space cadet's first. Astronaut. Maya smirks, calls it fitting. They pass the tablet and help Gianna pick people person. Medical field lights up next. Gynecologist wisecrack lands. Maya laughs it off, grabs the device, gets barista. Coffee? Bullshit. Second run: biochemist. Brains for the barista. Gianna stares at hers. Mortician. Shrug. Maya snatches it, stares longer, then chucks the whole thing behind her. Test is garbage. Always has been. She leans into Gianna's leg, fingernails tracing skin. Skills a machine will never score. People skills especially. The future isn't written by software. Nobody has to follow orders, not when they can just do what feels good. Maya's tongue finds Gianna's neck; Gianna freezes, then melts. Adriana blurts out her mother downstairs, this whole thing is wrong. Maya just smiles, cups Gianna's breast through thin fabric. Why wait for college when it's happening right here? Zippers slide, soft tits spill into open air. Maya laps at nipples, wet sounds fill the room. Gianna moans, sudden doubt creeping in, but Maya's hand presses between her thighs, fingers working under denim. That squeal cuts through every second thought. Adriana can't look away now. Maya pushes Gianna flat, spreads her open, tongue dragging along soaked folds. Wet, obscene, deliberate. Adriana's lips part in disbelief even as her thighs clench and her breathing changes. How long before the last girl stops pretending she wants to be anywhere else?