Bad girl

Alec's head is still on the pillow when her hand slides between her legs. She's skipping class again. No uniform today, only a thin scrap of black lace that barely covers anything. The fabric pulls tight over her hips as she spreads them wider, letting her fingers slip inside the wet heat she's already created. She circles her clit slow at first, then faster, breath catching each time she hits the right spot. Her other hand squeezes one breast, rolling the nipple until it hardens against the sheer cup of her bra. Blonde hair fans across the pillow. She arches, lifts her hips, fucks her own fingers deeper. The bed creaks in rhythm with her wrist. Sweat beads along her collarbone. She moans louder now, no one around to hear her miss class or catch her coming. Her thighs start to shake. The lace is soaked through. She doesn't stop.