Back to school

Sanna pulls her old uniform from the back of the closet. Bailey watches the fabric slide down her hips. The hem catches on her thighs and Bailey’s breath shifts. She steps closer, fingers brushing Sanna’s waist. Her voice drops low as she asks whether the blouse still buttons. When Sanna answers, Bailey’s hand drifts lower, tracing the line of her underwear beneath the pleated skirt. Small, warm laughs slip out between them. Sanna turns, half-dressed, and Bailey drops to her knees. Her mouth finds Sanna’s foot, lips gliding over the arch, tongue tasting skin. Sanna’s toes curl against Bailey’s cheek while the other girl keeps kissing, slow and hungry, working her way upward until the uniform lies forgotten on the floor.