Alma Step-Mater

Coco Lovelock hunched over her desk when Charlie Forde and Dana Vespoli burst in wearing those same old college sweatshirts like they'd never left the fucking place. They gushed about tailgates and touchdown dances while Coco stayed glued to her books. She kept writing. They kept pushing. Go to the game, they told her. Live a little. Coco finally looked up. 'What's the big deal about this place anyway?' Charlie met her stare. Dana grinned. 'This is where we found out how much we liked girls.' Coco's pen stopped. 'College hasn't been anything like that for me.' The two women exchanged that look they'd been giving each other for years, then Dana's hands landed on Coco's shoulders. Slow circles. Pressure that melted down her spine. Charlie leaned in closer. 'You don't know how to have fun? We'll show you.' They peeled her sweater off right there at the desk. Dana's mouth followed, kissing down the line of her neck while Charlie spread her legs wider in the chair. Two tongues working at once, wet and certain, tasting what Coco had been pretending didn't exist. Fingers slipping in. Coco's first moan cracked loud in the quiet dorm. Three bodies tangled over scattered homework, homework forgotten, homework ruined by the sound of zippers and the heavy rhythm of their mouths.