Outgrown

Sophia's stomach dropped. Prom night had meant everything to her, the dress, the pictures, all of it. She had waited years for this. Then Gal, slouched on the couch in ripped jeans, killed the whole thing. "I’m not going. It’s heteronormative bullshit. No same-sex couples allowed, no real choices. I’m not dressing up for that." Sophia blinked, forcing a smile. "Okay. We can make our own night then. Movies, snacks, whatever you want." Gal rolled her eyes. "That sounds lame." The words stung. Sophia looked away so Gal wouldn’t see it. The silence stretched. She set down the corsage she’d bought anyway, fumbling with the plastic sleeve. "I just wanted one last good memory," she said quietly. "Before you stop needing me." Gal’s smirk faded. She watched her stepmom’s shoulders shake once, small and quick. Something flipped inside her, low and hot. She stood, crossing the room. "Sophia," she said, voice low. "I didn’t mean it." She touched Sophia’s wrist, thumb dragging slow over the pulse. "I still need you. Maybe more than I should." The air thickened. Sophia turned, eyes wet and wide. Gal leaned in before either could think, lips brushing, then pressing hard. Sophia gasped, one hand fisting Gal’s shirt, pulling her closer. Gal’s teeth caught her bottom lip. They stumbled backward onto the couch. Gal’s hand slid under Sophia’s blouse, cupping bare breast, thumb teasing the nipple until it peaked. Sophia moaned into her mouth. She felt Gal’s thigh wedge between hers and rocked against it without shame, heat soaking through thin panties. Gal grinned against her neck. "Fuck, you’re already wet for me," she breathed, fingers slipping lower, past the waistband. Sophia spread for her, hips lifting, chasing the pressure of two knuckles curling just inside. Gal’s other hand pinned Sophia’s wrists above her head. They stripped fast after that. Gal’s mouth trailed down, tongue flicking Sophia’s clit until she cried out, legs shaking. Sophia came on Gal’s tongue, cunt pulsing around nothing, then again when Gal pushed two fingers deep and fucked her through it. She begged, raw and shameless. Later Gal straddled her face, grinding down while Sophia licked and sucked, hands gripping her ass. They moved together until both were spent, sweat-slick and breathless on the ruined couch, the discarded corsage crushed under their clothes.