MAYA MOVES IN WITH RILEY

The first box Riley ever opened in the Matthews apartment was small and labeled *Maya’s Spices*. Inside were small jars of ghost pepper flakes next to a single, half-empty bottle of lube she definitely didn’t buy. She set the box on the kitchen counter, where the late afternoon sun cut through the blinds in sharp yellow stripes, painting the granite in flickers of gold. Across the room, Maya was perched on the couch in cutoff shorts and a tank top, one foot propped on the coffee table, scrolling through her phone with her tongue caught between her teeth.

The sunlight caught the blond fuzz on her calves and made it glow like spun sugar. Riley nudged the box toward her with her hip. “You gonna tell me why you needed six different kinds of hot sauce but only one lube?” Maya didn’t look up. “Spices add complexity. Lube is just lube.” “And what does that mean?” “It means,” Maya said, finally glancing up with a smirk, “some things need to be handled with care, and others just need to get the job done.”

Riley rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at her mouth.
“Mom's bringing her Topanga's bringing home her special ‘health education’ book tonight.” Maya’s rhumb paused on her phone screen. “Oh yeah? What’s in them?” “Beats me. But knowing her, probably pictures.” Maya snorted. “She’ll bring actual photos. Polaroids, maybe. With little arrows pointing at things.”
Riley laughed, the sound rich and throaty, and the way Maya’s eyes flicked to her throat made Riley’s skin prickle.

She turned toward the fridge, mostly to hide the flush creeping up her neck. “She’s gonna teach us how to use them too, I bet.” Maya set her phone down. “Teach us? Riley, she’s gonna show us.” Riley opened the fridge and stared blankly at the shelves. The cold air hit her face, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat pooling low in her stomach. She felt the weight of Maya’s gaze, the way it traveled down her back, lingering on the curve of her ass before snapping back up.

Riley closed the fridge without taking anything out and turned around, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. “You’re excited about this.” Maya’s grin was slow, deliberate. “I’m always excited about learning something new.” Riley swallowed. “You know what they say about knowledge being power?” Maya stood up, stretching her arms overhead, her tank riding up just enough to flash a strip of toned stomach. “Knowledge is only power if you know how to wield it.”

Riley’s breath hitched. She could see the outline of Maya’s nipples through the thin fabric, already hard. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. She forced herself to look away, but her eyes landed on the dish rack where two coffee mugs sat drying, one with a chip on the rim. She reached for it, turning it in her fingers. “You think she’ll bring props?”“God, I hope so.” Maya stepped closer, close enough that Riley could feel the warmth radiating off her, close enough that if Riley turned her head just a little, their mouths would brush. “I want to see what she uses to demonstrate.”

Riley’s pulse jumped. “You’re terrible.” “You love it.” Riley did. She loved the way Maya’s voice dropped when she was teasing, the way her eyes darkened when she was thinking about something dirty. She set the mug down and braced her hands on the counter on either side of her, caging Maya in. “You’re terrible, and you’re mine.” Maya’s breath hitched. She reached up, trailing her fingers along Riley’s jaw, her thumb brushing the corner of Riley’s mouth.

"Damn right I am.” Riley didn’t give her a chance to pull away. She closed the distance between them, capturing Maya’s mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. Maya melted against her, her hands sliding up Riley’s sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. The kiss was messy, desperate, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about what they both wanted. Maya pulled back just enough to murmur against Riley’s lips, “Bedroom. Now.”

Riley didn’t argue. The bedroom was a mess of half-unpacked boxes and clothes strewn across the bed. The air smelled like fabric softener and sweat, the scent of two women who had been living together for a week and hadn’t quite figured out how to share space yet. Maya shoved a pile of Riley’s shirts onto the floor with one arm and pushed Riley onto the mattress with the other. Riley laughed as she fell back, the springs groaning under her weight. Maya straddled her thighs, pinning Riley down with a look that was pure sin.

“You’re gonna learn something today, Riley.” Riley arched her back, her hands sliding up Maya’s thighs, thumbs hooking under the hem of her shorts. “What’s that?” Maya’s fingers tangled in Riley’s hair, yanking just enough to make Riley gasp. “That you don’t always get to top.” Riley’s stomach clenched. She’d never been much for submission, but the way Maya said it so sure, so dominant made her pussy clench with need. She bucked her hips, trying to flip them, but Maya was stronger, her thighs like a vice around fabric of her shorts.

“Fuck, Maya—” “Language, Riley,” Maya teased, though her own breath was coming faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “We’re in mixed company tonight.” Riley bared her teeth. “Then let me fuck you.” Maya leaned down, her lips brushing Riley’s ear as she whispered, “Not yet.” She rolled off Riley, standing up to shuck off her shorts and tank top in one fluid motion.

Riley’s mouth went dry at the sight of her—toned and tanned, her breasts full and heavy, nipples already peaked. Maya climbed back onto the bed, straddling Riley’s chest this time, her thighs bracketing Riley’s ribs. Riley’s hands automatically went to Maya’s hips, holding her steady as Maya lowered herself, her wet pussy hovering just above Riley’s mouth.

Riley’s tongue darted out, lapping at Maya’s folds in one long stroke. Maya gasped, her hips jerking forward. “There you go. Learn fast.” Riley moaned around her, the taste of Maya flooding her senses. It was salt and musk and something uniquely hers. She grabbed Maya’s ass, pulling her closer, burying her face between her thighs. Maya’s hands fisted in the sheets, her thighs trembling as Riley worked her over, her tongue flicking in quick, sharp strokes before flattening out to lap at her clit.

Maya’s breath came in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Riley—right there—” Riley hummed against her, the vibrations making Maya’s hips stutter. She slid one hand up, two fingers pressing against Maya’s entrance before pushing inside. Maya’s walls clenched around her, hot and slick, and Riley curled her fingers, finding that perfect spot that made Maya’s back arch off the bed. “Oh god Riley, I’m gonna—”

Riley didn’t let up. She curled her fingers again, her tongue never stopping, and Maya’s orgasm crashed over her with a cry, her thighs clamping around Riley’s head as she came hard, her juices coating Riley’s chin. Riley lapped at her through it, slowing only when Maya’s hips finally stilled, her body going limp.
Maya collapsed onto the bed beside her, her chest heaving. “Okay. That’s ’s a start.”

Riley wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning. “Just a start?” Maya rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. “Topanga’s gonna have a field day.” Riley groaned. “Don’t remind me.” Topanga arrived home with her books and a smirk on her face that made Riley instantly regret ever suggesting this. She was dressed in a flowy blouse that did nothing to hide the generous curves underneath, paired with tight jeans that hugged her ass in a way that was impossible to ignore. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she breezed into the apartment, her short brown hair tousled like she’d been running her hands through it all morning.

“Ladies,” she said, dropping the duffel onto the couch with a thud. “Ready to learn?” Maya, who had been curled up on the couch with a book, looked up with a grin. “Depends. Are we learning about safe sex or how to drive men wild?” Topanga laughed, a deep, rich sound. “Both, darling. Both.” She patted the couch beside her. “Sit. I brought visual aids.”

Riley perched on the edge of the couch, her thighs pressed together. She could feel the dampness between her own legs from the memory of last night, and the way Maya kept stealing glances at her, her lips curled in a knowing smirk, wasn’t helping. Topanga unzipped the duffel and pulled out a stack of books, a tube of lube, an Riley’s eyes widened, a strap-on harness. “Jesus Christ,” Riley muttered.

Topanga’s grin widened. “Language, Riley.” Maya burst out laughing. “Oh, this is gonna be good.” Topanga held up the harness. “This, my dears, is for when you want to be on top but also in control.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Or when you want to switch things up.” Riley’s face burned. “We don’t need that.”
Topanga’s gaze flicked to Maya’s chest, then to Riley’s. “Oh, I think you do.”
Maya shifted closer to Riley, her thigh pressing against Riley’s. “Maybe we do.”

Topanga flipped open one of the books to a page filled with diagrams. “First, anatomy. You need to know what you’re working with.” For the next hour, Topanga went through everything. Clitoral stimulation, G-spots, how to use fingers, tongues, toys. She pulled out a vibrator shaped like a tongue and demonstrated on herself, her moans filling the apartment in a way that made Riley’s skin flush. Maya was practically vibrating beside her, her hand sneaking into Riley’s lap to squeeze her thigh.

“You’re doing great,” Topanga said, eyeing them both with a smirk. “But now for the fun part.” She reached into her bag again and pulled out a blindfold.
Riley’s breath hitched. “What’s that for?” Topanga’s smile was wicked. “Trust exercises. You can’t always see what’s coming, but you can feel it.” Maya’s fingers tightened on Riley’s thigh. “I’m in.”

Topanga tied the blindfold over Riley’s eyes, the fabric cool against her skin. The world went dark, but her other senses sharpened. The scent of vanilla from the candles Topanga had lit, the sound of Maya’s breath hitching, the way the couch dipped when Topanga shifted closer. “Now,” Topanga said, her voice low, “Maya’s going to show you how good it feels to be touched without seeing it coming.”

Riley’s heart pounded. She felt a hand, Maya’s slide up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her shorts before dipping underneath. Riley gasped as Maya’s fingers found her already wet, swollen folds. “Fuck—” “Language,” Topanga chided, though her voice was thick with amusement. “But yes, fuck is right.” Maya’s fingers worked her in slow, torturous circles, her other hand sliding up Riley’s shirt to pinch her nipple through the fabric of her bra.

Riley’s back arched off the couch, her hips bucking up to meet Maya’s touch.
“That’s it,” Topanga murmured, her breath warm against Riley’s ear. “Let her take control.” Riley’s world narrowed to the sensation of Maya’s fingers, one circling her clit, two pressing inside her, curling just right. She could feel Maya’s breath hot against her neck as Maya leaned in, her lips brushing Riley’s ear. “You like that, don’t you?” Riley whimpered. “Yes—”

Maya’s fingers picked up speed, her thumb joining in to rub tight circles over Riley’s clit. Riley’s thighs trembled, her body coiling tight as a spring. She could hear Topanga’s low chuckle, the sound of fabric rustling as Topanga adjusted herself on the couch. “Come for her, Riley,” Topanga said, her voice a purr. “Show her how good you taste.” The words pushed Riley over the edge. She cried out, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clenching around Maya’s fingers. Maya didn’t stop, riding out the waves with her, her lips finding Riley’s in a messy, desperate kiss.

When Riley finally came down, her chest heaving, she reached up and yanked the blindfold off. Maya was grinning like a cat who’d gotten into the cream, her fingers glistening with Riley’s arousal. Topanga clapped her hands. “Beautiful. Now, Maya, your turn.” Maya didn’t hesitate. She stood up, shucking off her clothes in record time, and straddled Riley’s lap. Riley’s hands automatically went to Maya’s hips, pulling her down as Maya sank onto her fingers with a moan.

Topanga watched them with a satisfied smile, her fingers already working between her own thighs. “That’s it. Take what you want.” Riley did. She flipped them, pinning Maya beneath her, and showed her exactly what she’d learned.