Sex training - part I.

She sits on the edge of the bed, slim legs tucked under her, sunlight catching the pale strands of her hair. The older woman watches the girl from a few feet away, already in control. She tells her to spread her thighs, and the girl obeys without hesitation, skirt rising as her knees part. Smooth, untouched skin. The woman steps closer, fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh, then curling against the bare slit waiting there. “Good,” she says, low and firm, and the girl’s cheeks flush with the sound of it. The woman’s free hand finds the girl’s breast, squeezing once, thumb brushing over the hardening nipple. She keeps her voice even when she says, “Now touch yourself for me,” and watches the girl’s fingers slide between her folds. Slow at first. Then quicker when the woman nods approval. Wetness gathers fast. The older woman slides one finger in beside the girl’s, pushing deeper, guiding the rhythm until the girl’s hips lift to meet every stroke. When she pulls away the girl whimpers, eyes glassy, already learning how to ask without words. The woman kisses her hard, tongue claiming her mouth, then steps back and tells her to keep going until she comes. The girl does exactly as she’s told, thighs trembling, breath caught in her throat, and the woman smiles at how quickly the lesson takes.