Screw Studying

Blake sat at her desk with her nose buried in the textbook when her mother barked from downstairs—don’t interrupt, not tonight. The phone vibrated. Gabbie’s name flashed across the screen: “Open your window, babe. I’m already here.” Blake froze, stared at the glass, and saw the headlights of Gabbie’s truck twinkling through the slats. One breath later she slid the pane up. Gabbie climbed inside and locked her in a kiss that tasted like trouble. Clothes started hitting the floor—hoodie, jeans, then bras—soft fabric falling like white flags. Blake’s bare chest met Gabbie’s warm mouth; her girlfriend’s tongue circled and flicked until both girls were biting back sighs. They kicked away their last scrap of clothing and crawled onto the bed. Blake dropped her face between Gabbie’s thighs, licking slow, deliberate circles that pulled wet, hungry sounds from the back of Gabbie’s throat. Gabbie returned the favor seconds later, tongue working Blake’s swollen clit while she shoved two fingers knuckle-deep inside her. Their hips rocked together, sweat slick on bare skin, and the bedframe began a dangerous creak. Every moan threatened to tear through the walls. Blake pressed a palm over Gabbie’s lips, her own eyes begging silence even as pleasure spiked higher. They trembled, folded into each other, locked in the moment between heaven and the sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs.