Internet is for porn

Pandora caught me red-handed. Laptop open. New campus Wi-Fi. Porn pics flooding the screen. She froze in the doorway like she’d seen a ghost, but her eyes never left the girls spread across my screen. I told her the truth. I can’t help it. I love watching two women kiss until they forget where they start and where they end. Pandora swallowed hard. I saw her nipples stiffen under that thin tank top. She didn’t leave. Instead she stepped closer, blonde hair loose, cheeks flushed. Her hand hovered above my shoulder, then settled there, warm and trembling. I scrolled to the next image—two girls on a dorm bed, just like ours. Her breath hitched. Mine did too. I leaned back so she could see better. Her fingers tightened. The cursor hovered. Neither of us clicked. We didn’t need to. The pictures were already doing their job, and so were we.