The Birds and The Bees: Part Two

Cherie's feeling solid, just cruising through her morning. Then she catches this muffled crying coming from upstairs. She finds Allie curled up on the bed, face buried, shoulders shaking. Sitting down, she asks what's wrong. Allie keeps her mouth shut at first, the story too messy and gross to say out loud. But it spills out: the girl Allie likes freaked the second the stepmom thing slipped. "I slept with my stepmom," Allie told her. Date ends, guilt trip begins. She's nasty, apparently. Dirty. Wrong. Cherie listens, then shrugs like it's no big deal. People fuck who they fuck, and some girls just can't handle real. Allie's hot, smart, and someone out there will see that without running. Cherie slides Allie's top off, rubs slow circles on her back, lets the comfort sink in. Then Allie flips the script. Tonight it's her call. "Strip," she says, and Cherie does it fast. Allie shoves her face between those legs, tongue greedy, tasting her mom like she wants to fix the whole shitty day with that one wet, hungry lick.