The quiet hum of the empty literature club room filled the space as you flipped through the pages of a new book Lyn had given you. It was another romance—lesbian, like the others she’d subtly handed over the past few days. You hadn’t thought much of it at first, but now...something about her recent attention felt different.

The door creaked as Lyn stepped inside, her presence immediately commanding the room. As the club chairman, she always had a way of guiding things, and today, she seemed to be focused entirely on you.

Without a word, she walked over, her movements calm and deliberate. Before you could react, her hand grazed your arm, and she gently pressed you back against the table, her fingers trailing softly over your skin. Her lips brushed your neck, a soft kiss sending a shiver through you.

“Here,” she whispered, her voice low and steady, “it's time to practice. I’m a guide like the ones in those books.” Her lips hovered near your ear, her breath warm against your skin. “Let me show you what they don’t write about.”