Teach me

Cherie wants to learn. She admits it with a shy little laugh and a glance that lingers. Christal sees the look and answers it at once. Clothes slide away, breath catches, and their first kiss already tastes of heat. Christal takes her time. She shows, then she invites. Fingers trace every curve, tongues follow, and Cherie matches each slow stroke until the lesson turns mutual and raw. Blonde hair spills over pale skin as two bodies learn the rhythm together, hungry and exact.