Love lessons

Breana and Priscilla showed up with books. They spread them across the bed like we really meant to study, but that idea lasted maybe two minutes. I’m blonde and pale next to their darker hair, and the three of us kept glancing at each other instead of the diagrams. Breana was the first to lean in. She pulled my shirt higher so she could press her mouth to my breast, sucking slow and steady while Priscilla watched, fingers already between her own legs. I let my hand slip under Priscilla’s skirt and found her wet. The sheets smelled like skin and perfume. We tasted each other in turns, mouths and fingers switching places until we lost track of who was doing what. The lesson we ended up learning wasn’t on any page, but our bodies understood every part of it.