Prepping Her For College

Haley sat on the couch, legs crossed, half-listening to Jay on the phone. Then Jay stepped out, leaving Freya across from her. Freya's knees pressed together, fingers twisted in her lap. Haley's story spilled out first—dorm hallway, quick and messy, someone else's girlfriend moaning under her. Freya went red. Said she'd never done it. Not once. College waiting, and she worried she'd freeze up, miss every chance. Haley didn't laugh. She just looked at her a beat too long. Freya tried to change the subject, but the air had already shifted. Haley leaned in and offered it flat: you can kiss me if you want. Freya's mouth parted. She said it wouldn't be right, Jay right there, phone call hanging by a thread. Haley shrugged, voice low. She could guide her. Show her what to do. Freya blinked, caught, then nodded. The kiss came first—soft, testing. Then Haley's hand slipped under her shirt, skin warm. Freya's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. They moved to the bedroom, door cracked. Haley's mouth found the spots that made Freya's hips jump. Freya's jeans hit the floor. Haley's tongue traced her thigh, then higher, slow and sure. Freya gripped the sheets, trying to stay quiet. Jay's voice drifted from the other room. Haley grinned against her, fingers sliding in, fucking her steady. Freya came with her face buried in a pillow, shaking, barely breathing. Haley didn't stop until she was wrecked and silent, sweat cooling on her skin.