Almost Caught: Hooky Hookup

Gia Derza lounges on her bed, grinning at her phone like she owns the whole morning. She thumbs back a quick reply—Just getting started, see you soon—then kicks off the blankets for a burst of jumping jacks, skin flushing, little silver hoops in her nipples catching the light. From the hallway her mom, Chanel Preston, barks for her to drag her ass to school. Eighteen and almost done; Chanel’s countdown’s running out. Gia dives back under the covers just in time. Chanel walks in, sees her “sick” daughter, and lays a cool hand on her forehead. A thermometer appears. “Under the tongue,” she says, then steps out for water. Gia rubs the glass stick between her palms, waves it under the lamp, and pops it back in her mouth before Chanel returns. Fever reads high enough to skip class, and Chanel decides she’s staying home to babysit. Gia protests, but Mom’s already planning chicken soup. A kiss on the forehead, a quick I-love-you, and the door clicks shut. Gia groans, grabs the phone, and dials her girl Alex De La Flor. Alex picks up, hears the bad news, then cuts the call with a wicked little promise: Wait right there. Minutes later the bedroom’s back door whispers open and Alex slips inside, smirking. She kisses Gia deep, peels the sheet down, and drops between her legs. Her tongue works slow and filthy while Gia bites her wrist to stay quiet. Every creak of the floorboards sends both girls freezing, hearts hammering—Chanel’s footsteps never far away. One slip-up and the whole game is up, but the risk only makes Alex hungrier, and Gia’s already dripping for whatever comes next.