Say Yes To Pussy!

Emma Hix and Haley Reed bolt into her bedroom and slam the door. They fling themselves onto the bed, the schoolbag dumped between them. Last period felt like it crawled, Emma blurts. Haley's quick nod agrees. Eyes locked, they grin like they've plotted a heist. Got the stuff? Haley whispers. Emma mocks the tone: The stuff? What, she playing gangster now? Shut up, Haley laughs, we're both soft as puppies. This is so wrong for us, Emma adds, heart drumming. And that’s exactly why it’s hot, Haley fires back. They go quiet. Then Emma pulls the bag open. Their breath catches. Lines of white powder glint under the bedroom light. Haley asks if Emma’s ever seen the real thing. Only on lame PSAs, Emma says. And it really does... buzz, right? Yeah, supposed to feel like nothing else. Another stretch of silence. Ready? Haley manages, voice thin. I guess, Emma answers, unsure. You? Definitely, Haley gulps. Emma reaches in; Haley chokes on the moment and grabs her wrist. Can’t. Neither can I, Emma sighs, relief flooding her face. They crack up. They’re the lamest pair alive. That shit wrecks lives, Emma says, thinking of the mess of a girl who scored it. Total train wreck, Haley agrees. Then her voice drops. We’re always perfect, never step out of line. Thought just once... we’d be bad. Curiosity buzzed under Emma’s ribs too. Both of them, knees knocking on the bed, 18 and never bent a single rule. But there are other routes to the same rush, Haley says. Emma giggles behind her hand before she can catch it. Haley prods until Emma caves. Touching yourself feels miles better than powder, she admits, miming a quick flick between her legs. Haley shrieks and laughs, you’re filthy! Emma’s blushing and laughing at once. Maybe having someone else do it would eclipse even that, Haley murmurs, eyes shining. The room thickens with quiet, sudden possibility. Emma’s hand creeps onto Haley’s thigh. Heat flashes. A sharp breath slips from Haley as fingers trace her slick panties. They press close, mouths hungry, skin alive. The powder sits forgotten while they teach each other the only lesson that counts: when it comes to feeling electric, pussy wins every time.