Separation Anxiety

The hotel door clicks shut behind Richelle and Joseline. "Wasn't that campus tour incredible?" Richelle beams, practically bouncing. "That school is the real deal, way better than the stupid brochures." She winks when Joseline brings up the mixed dorms. "Your dad might freak, but I say go for it—time to actually live, sweetheart." Joseline hangs back, chewing her lip, looking spooked. Richelle frowns. "Wait, what's wrong? You've been drooling over this place forever." Joseline mumbles about distance, then finally blurts it out: "I just… I like being with you. You're my best friend." Richelle melts, pulls her close. "Baby, you mean the world to me." Joseline's eyes are huge. "But do you love-love me?" The question hangs there. Richelle feels heat rise in her cheeks, then grins like she just got handed the keys to trouble. "You mean… you have a thing for me?" Joseline nods, trembling. Richelle strokes her hair, voice low. "You're legal, you want it, and I've been wanting you since you turned eighteen. How about I give you your very first taste of pussy?" She drags Joseline onto the bed, clothes already coming off. Joseline moans the second Richelle's mouth finds her tits. They grind, legs tangled, fingers slick, every kiss hotter than the last until Joseline stops worrying about miles or miles away—she's got everything she needs right here between Richelle's thighs.