Sneaking In After Curfew

Avi slips through the dark living room, heels dangling from her fingers, still buzzing from the night. Then the lamp clicks on and there’s Reagan Foxx, arms crossed, waiting. Avi freezes, tries to bullshit her way out of it, but her skimpy outfit tells the real story. She finally admits she was at a party. Reagan lays into her for staying out so late, then softens and pats the couch, wanting to hear what happened. Turns out Avi was hoping to finally lose her cherry, but the girl she liked bailed and left her hanging. She figures maybe she’s just too green. Reagan listens, bites her lip, and something shifts in her eyes. She scoots closer, runs a hand up Avi’s thigh, and offers to give her stepdaughter the lesson she missed. Avi hesitates until those fingers start stroking higher, and suddenly sneaking in feels like the best decision she’s made all night.