Certified Lesbian

Olivia’s cramming for her Certified Lesbian test and the nerves hit hard. She’s pacing, flipping pages, already convinced she’s gonna blank. Cory tells her to breathe—she’s covered every inch of theory. Doesn’t matter. Olivia’s stuck on the one thing they haven’t touched: the hands-on stuff. She blurts it out straight: Cory should fuck her. Right now. A quick, dirty rehearsal so she actually knows what she’s doing when the proctor shows up. Cory raises an eyebrow, weighs it, then nods. One time only. Olivia better pay attention and keep those legs spread.