Studious But Sassy

Candee and Alyssa sit shoulder to shoulder, pages spread, pens drifting across paper. Candee’s fingers stray, smoothing over the bare skin of Alyssa’s thigh. Alyssa glances up, lips parting, and their eyes catch. She pushes her chair back just enough to open her knees, and Candee’s hand slides higher. Irina keeps her nose buried in the book—until a soft gasp makes her look. She watches Candee’s hand work between Alyssa’s legs, then pushes her own notebook aside. Chairs scrape. Alyssa rises, Candee follows, both of them crowding Irina until the three bodies press close, mouths and hands meeting without another word spoken.