School's Out: The Tutor Redux

Adria's parked on the couch with her algebra book open, eyes glazed over like she's reading hieroglyphs. Alina walks in and Adria lights up—she actually needs help tonight. Alina asks how far she's gotten. Adria just flashes that guilty grin; the pages haven't even flipped. Alina spots an erotic novel sitting right there on the coffee table and laughs, calls her out for blowing off homework to chase dick. Adria's cheeks go pink and she blurts out she actually likes girls more anyway. Alina's smirk turns into something heavier; she didn't know her shy study buddy swung that way. Alina traces a slow line up Adria's thigh, own face getting warm. She says she's always been into girls, just never felt like broadcasting it—it’s not anybody else's business. Adria nods; they both agree silence keeps things simple. Alina leans in, lips brushing Adria's ear, promising this stays between them. Adria's stunned Alina wants her at all—they're opposites, Alina's outgoing, Adria's awkward. Alina admits she's been stealing looks in class the whole semester, just waiting for a chance. Next thing they're yanking each other's shirts over their heads, mouths crashing, hands everywhere, algebra long forgotten.