Someone else arrives

Emily’s lips were wet around the boy’s cock, tongue curling beneath the thick crown as it pulsed gently against the roof of her mouth. The forest smelled like sun-warmed leaves and earth and sweat. Her knees pressed into the dirt, the boy’s cockhead glistening each time she pulled back, her spit gleaming in a long strand from her bottom lip to his tip. Her hand stroked the base in slow, controlled circles—gentle, rhythmic, firm.

She was halfway down his length again when she heard the footstep.

Not loud. Just one step. A crunch on the mulch behind her. Her body froze for a fraction of a second—but she didn’t panic. She didn’t pull away.

Instead, she opened her eyes slowly.

And saw her.

The girl from the track team. The one whose nipples had stiffened through her tank top when Emily bent over. The one who’d stared—not with judgment, but with the kind of dazed, innocent hunger that no one had taught her how to hide yet.

She hadn’t left with the group.

She’d followed.

Her cheeks were pink, lips slightly parted, hair tangled from the breeze. Her eyes were wide—but not wide in fear. She wasn’t afraid. She was watching. And the front of her tank top was soaked now with sweat, the sharp peaks of her nipples pressing out harder than before, painfully stiff, dark and unmistakable beneath the thin fabric.

Emily didn’t move. She let the boy’s cock slide wetly from her lips with a soft pop. Her hand kept stroking—slow, firm, wet.

The girl stared at it.

Then at Emily’s breasts. Bare in the dappled light, the soft swell lifting with each breath, her nipples pink, still tender, still sore from the torn bra and the sun.

The girl whispered, “I… didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Emily’s hand didn’t stop. Her eyes locked on the girl’s.

“You didn’t.”

The boy made a soft noise. His legs trembled. But neither woman looked at him.

The girl took one step forward. Then another.

“I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About what you did. How you looked. You didn’t even care that they were all watching.”

Emily tilted her head.

Her voice, when it came, was low. Calm. “You liked that?”

The girl nodded. “I’ve never seen anyone… do that before. Like it didn’t even matter.”

Another step.

She was close now.

Emily reached out—not for the girl, but for the ground beside her. She set her palm down, shifted her weight, and moved back half a foot, just enough to open the space.

The girl looked down.

Then back at her.

“Can I…”

Emily didn’t answer with words. Just a slow, steady nod.

The girl knelt. Her thighs were shaking. Her fingers trembled as she rested them on her knees.

The boy let out a sharp gasp—his cock jumping in Emily’s hand. The head was flushed dark now, smeared slick with spit, twitching every few seconds. The girl’s eyes locked on it.

“I’ve never done this,” she whispered.

Emily let the silence stretch. Then said, quietly, “Then watch me.”