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The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating motes of chalk that danced like tiny diamonds in the warm, still air of the empty lecture hall. She leaned agat the heavy oak lectern, her fingers tracing the smooth, worn grain as her gaze was drawn to the woman slowly ascending the creaking wooden steps of the amphitheater. A silent, magnetic pull tightened the space between them, charged with an unspoken understanding that made the air hum. The second woman’s approach was a study in deliberate grace, each footfall a soft promise on the aged floorboards, her shadow stretching long and lean across the empty rows of seats. When she finally stood close, the scent of her skin, a clean fragrance of soap and warm summer rain, washed over the first, causing a faint, pleasurable shiver to trace its way down her spine. Without a word, a hand rose, fingertips hovering for a breathless moment before making contact with a jawline, the touch as light as a butterfly’s wing yet sending a jolt of pure heat through their cores. Their eyes locked, pupils dilating into deep pools of wanting, reflecting a shared hunger that needed no vocabulary. A soft sigh escaped, a whispered exhalation that was both surrender and invitation, as the distance between their bodies dissolved into the barest, most electric friction of cloth agat cloth. In that hushed sanctuary of knowledge, a different, more primal lesson began, taught not with words but with the languid, exploring language of touch.
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