Girls Kissing Girls - Abigail and Lena

Mary’s barely cleared her desk when Ana slips in. The brunette lingers just long enough to lock the door, then closes in. Her fingertips brush Mary’s blouse, trace the swell of heavy, bare breasts under it. A soft kiss lands on Mary’s mouth—wet, testing. Mary shoves her back, eyes darting to the glass panes. Substitute teacher. Colleague. One slip and everything’s over. Still, Ana leans in again, lips dragging slow, breath hot. They trade looks, low laughs, the promise of later hanging between them. Ana’s phone buzzes; school’s shut for the day. No witnesses left. She grabs Mary by the nape, drives her tongue deep, and the two tongues slide and twist, hungry, relentless, tasting each other like they’ll never get another shot.