Feminist Studies

Sonia feels that buzz in her chest when Madi walks through the door—college looks good on her. Madi starts talking about roommates and late-night talks, then her voice drops. "My roommate has a girlfriend," she says. "They're both sweet, but I only know about guys." Sonia tells her to spit it out. She explains slowly at first, warm, careful. Then she names things—scissoring, fingers inside another girl, a mouth on a clit—and Madi's blush darkens. Still not clear. Sonia stands, unbuttons her blouse, offers to show instead of tell. Madi nods before she finishes the sentence. They start with a kiss. Madi tastes like cherry gum and surprise. Softer lips, slower tongue. Sonia peels Madi's shirt up, takes one small nipple in her mouth, rolls it until it tightens. Then she trades places, lets Madi learn the rhythm—soft suction, quick flick, the low sound Sonia makes when it hits right. Clothes come off fast after that. Heat in the room. Sonia spreads her thighs on the couch and pulls Madi between them. She shows her how to lick, how much pressure, how to add two fingers when the slickness comes. Madi catches on quick, hungry now, hips rocking against the cushion as she gets closer herself. By the time they trade places, Madi's dripping and shaking, but Sonia keeps her steady with a hand on the back of her neck and finishes her loud enough to echo off the walls. When it's over, Madi is flushed, smiling like she found something she didn’t know she wanted. Sonia lights a cigarette with one hand and rests the other on Madi’s thigh. "You'll do fine next semester," she says. Madi laughs, reaches for her jeans, but doesn’t pull them on yet.