Art student

Reyna needs a model for her next drawing assignment. She asks Felicity, and her friend agrees. They settle in the studio. Reyna picks up her pencil, studies Felicity’s body, and the lines refuse to come. Instead she crosses the room, kneels, and runs her hands up Felicity’s thighs. Hair curls between Felicity’s legs, dark against pale skin. Reyna parts it with her tongue and tastes her. Felicity sighs, spreads wider, then pulls Reyna onto the couch beside her. They trade places, mouths trading warmth, fingers sliding in and out until both girls are flushed and shaking. No sketch appears that afternoon, only the wet sound of skin and the smell of sex in the quiet studio.