The Nerd and the Slut

Olena sits in front of the screen, eyes on the code. Valeria watches, legs spread on the couch, a sly smile on her face. She’s had enough. Two quick strides and she’s behind the chair. Fingers in dark hair, she spins Olena around, chair squeaking on the floor. A kiss follows, hard and wet, tongue pushing past surprised lips. Olena’s hands hover, uncertain, then settle on Valeria’s hips. Clothes fall away in a messy rush. Valeria drops to her knees, tugs black cotton panties aside, and presses her mouth to the neat, untouched slit. Her tongue moves slow, then hungry, until Olena’s legs shake. The nerd gasps, fingers gripping the edge of the desk. Valeria rises, pushes her onto the bed, climbs on top. They grind together, slick heat sliding over slick heat, dark hair tangling, pale thighs locked tight. Valeria reaches down, fingers working Olena open, stretching her gently, then deeper. When Olena comes, it’s sudden and loud, hips bucking, voice cracking. Valeria grins, straddles her face, lowers herself until Olena’s tongue finds her swollen clit. She rides slow, then faster, grinding until her own climax rolls through her. Afterward she pulls Olena up, kisses her deep, tastes herself on the girl’s mouth. A quick shove and Olena’s on her knees again, face tilted up. Valeria strokes herself to the edge and finishes across flushed cheeks, thick ropes catching in dark lashes and on parted lips. They stay close, breathing hard, the laptop screen still glowing behind them.