My Girl's No Quitter!

Aften and her prom committee busted their asses planning something special, only for the school to shut them down for making it too inclusive. Now she's stuck breaking the news to Christie, her stepmom. Christie doesn't flinch. She tells Aften she's damn proud of her for trying, then lays out how they can throw their own prom—using all her wedding planner contacts. Aften's stunned by how fast Christie's ready to fix everything, a little jealous she didn't think of it herself. Christie just smiles and says it's fine to lean on someone who loves you, especially when you're growing up so fast. Aften blurts out she'll always need her and pulls her into a hug that lingers too long. Eyes lock. Hands slide. The air gets thick. Words turn into touches. Then Christie leans in and kisses her, slow at first, then hungry. Clothes hit the floor. They end up tangled on the couch, Christie's hand between Aften's legs, fingers working her open while Aften gasps and grinds down. Christie eats her like she's starving, tongue dragging slow and sloppy until Aften's shaking. Aften returns the favor, licking up every wet inch between Christie's thighs until she comes with a low, filthy moan. They fuck like they forgot the world exists—Christie on top, riding Aften's mouth, then flipping her onto her back, pushing two fingers deep while they kiss messy and desperate. It’s slow, messy, and full of that ache only people who’ve wanted each other too long understand.