Shy but not that innocent

Toby shows up with a toolbox and that quiet confidence everyone talks about. Abril watches him work on the dead TV, biting her lip when he leans close to check the cables. The screen flickers back to life, but she isn’t thinking about the picture anymore. He stands, wiping his hands on a rag, and she steps in, no money in her palm, just the offer of her mouth and the warmth of her body. Clothes slip off in a hurry. She drops to her knees, takes him deep, dark hair brushing his thighs as she works him wet and slow. When he pulls out she stays right there, eyes closed, taking every warm spurt across her lips and cheek, the shy girl gone and something hungrier taking her place.