Clearing His Mind

Laney Grey sits across from Victor Ray at the kitchen table, both of them staring at the same equation that hasn't moved in twenty minutes. She keeps circling the same step, pointing and smiling, but the numbers never click. Victor's baseball scholarship rides on this grade, and right now it looks shaky as a one-legged barstool. After the fourth missed explanation, Laney sighs and says break time. Victor admits he's drowning. Parents, coaches, homework, recruiters, everything piles on till he can barely think. Laney decides stress relief beats cookies today. She hikes up her skirt and parts her thighs right there at the table, offering him a different kind of tutoring. Victor grins and drops to his knees. His mouth lands on her bare pussy. He laps in short, sloppy strokes while his fingers spread her open, tasting the soft folds and the wet throb that gets louder the longer he stays down there. Her clit swells against his tongue; she bites back little laughs because her parent is downstairs watching TV, the volume low but still too close. She leans against the table edge, one hand gripping Victor's hair, rocking her hips in short bounces to meet his mouth. He sucks her gently, licks her front to back, nudges the tip of his tongue inside her and wiggles it. The chair creaks when she shifts, so she freezes, then starts moving again the moment the TV laughs at some punchline. His nose brushes her mound every time he takes a deeper lick. He keeps circling her clit, faster now, lips sealed around it while two fingers slide in and out with wet sounds that they both pray the television can cover. She whispers that he's doing great, that he can take all the tension out on her body. His free hand squeezes her thigh; his jeans strain visibly against the floorboards. Laney tilts her hips just so, giving him every soaked inch to feast on, and they both grin like kids sneaking dessert before dinner.