Cheers

Two glasses of wine. That is how it starts. The young blonde keeps glancing at her hands, at her phone, back at her hands again. She sips too fast. The older woman watches, smiles once, then again. Nana has never done this with another girl. Her date knows it and likes it. She moves first. Her fingers trace the rim of the glass, then reach across and touch Nana's wrist. The touch lingers. Skin meets skin and neither pulls away. The room grows smaller. The teacher guides without hurry, palms sliding under cotton, under lace. She tastes the younger mouth, slow and deliberate, then deeper. Nana follows, eager now, breathing hard between kisses. Every move is shown, every new pleasure explained with lips, tongue, and quiet instruction. The glasses sit half-empty, forgotten on the table. What matters now is the lesson and how well the student wants to learn it.