LOGIN“Harder. Don’t stop. Right there…”The girl’s voice broke into a moan. The bed creaked under them. Skin slapped skin. The guy’s hips snapped forward and the second girl laughed under her breath, low and dirty.“She’s already shaking.”“Good,” the guy muttered. “Keep her open for me.”Amaye pushed the door wider. The three of them didn’t even pause. The girl on her back had her legs hooked over the guy’s shoulders. The other girl was kneeling beside them, two fingers working between the first girl’s legs while the guy fucked her deep and slow. Sweat shone on all three of them under the soft lamp light.The guy glanced over his shoulder, still moving. “You joining or watching?”Amaye didn’t answer. She just looked at me.My heart was hammering. I’d never done anything like this. Not with strangers. I remembered the almost-threesome with Cade. I’d refused it but I wanted it.Tonight, it was different. My body tingled and I ached for pleasure. The cake surely wasn’t just flour and eggs. I
“Is that girl naked?”“What?”“The girl on the minibar. Is she naked?”Kith cupped a hand behind her ear. “Is she what?”“NAKED.”A guy next to us turned around. I smiled at him like I’d said something about the weather.“Body paint!” Kith shouted. “I think. Or a very committed outfit.”Fanek’s house was louder than the street. I had heard it from the end of the road, and now the bass came through the walls like a second heartbeat. Two hundred people. It was Cade’s condo again, just louder. Same glass, same expensive floor under the sweat. A gym in the corner with the weights draped in coats. A DJ who was either very good or very loud.I had two rules from the taxi. Stay close to Amaye. Drink nothing I didn’t open myself.Across the room, Banu lifted one stiff arm in a wave. Kith pressed a hand to her chest.“Hey, I have to go!”“Go!”She vanished into the crowd. I couldn’t find Amaye. She left for the restroom earlier and she is nowhere to be found. I texted her, waiting for her repl
The second half was a different game, because I was watching a different game.I stopped following the ball. I watched Edjar and Fanek. Edjar threw a pass without looking and Fanek was already there, already shooting, the ball through the net before I’d worked out who threw it. The hall went up. They didn’t touch. Everyone else got a slap on the back. The two of them looked at the floor, jogged back, and did it again.It wasn’t a feud. It was two years of knowing exactly where the other person would be. I felt a bit sick and a bit moved, which is a bad combination at a basketball game.We won by seven. Edjar found me in the stands and lifted two fingers. I lifted two back. I wasn’t angry. That surprised me.Kith came bouncing back with snack wrappers. “Did you see that last pass?”“I saw.”“Banu says it’s the best passing pair in the league.”Of course they are. They were an item, for crying out loud. She was just stating the obvious.“Banu would know,” I said.Banu, expressionless, h
Midsemester week came and went like a train I was somehow already sitting on.Biochemistry on Monday. Physiology on Wednesday. By Friday, the last day, I had stopped checking the clock and started finishing early, which I had never done in my life and which felt vaguely illegal. Four of the pages Amaye and I covered naked turned up in the anatomy paper. I’m not saying that’s why I did well. I’m saying I remember those pages.Outside the hall, the corridor was full of people comparing answers like they were comparing injuries. Kith was sitting on the floor against the wall, scarf over her knees, with the face of someone who had lost an argument with a textbook.“How did it go?” I asked, sliding down beside her.“Upper limb,” she said. “Don’t.”“That bad?”“The true or false. I knew it. I knew all of it, and then I read the questions and my brain left.”“Which ones?”“‘The ulnar nerve passes through the carpal tunnel.’ I put true.”“It’s the median.”“I know it’s the median. I put true
I did what any dignified woman would do. I made a noise I’m not proud of and shut the door in his face.“Give me a second!” I yelled through the wood.No answer. Cade? What was he doing here?I stood in the middle of my room with my heart doing something unhelpful. Cade, with his hand on my doorframe like he paid rent. And Amaye was somewhere between his condo and here, carrying a bag and a text I couldn’t unsend.The first thing my hand touched was a green sundress I’d worn exactly once. Thin. Very thin. I pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror, and my body, the traitor, clearly hadn’t been told the evening had changed. The fabric did a terrible job of keeping secrets. There was no time for a sweater. He’d waited long enough.I opened the door again. He hadn’t moved. Hand off the frame now, both in his pockets, eyes on my face. Politely, painfully on my face. I appreciated it and I resented it.“Come in,” I said. I don’t know why. My mouth had been making decisions without m
“Yours,” Amaye said.Of course mine. Hers came with three guys and a gym.I nodded like it was my idea. We started walking, and neither of us said a word. Her shoulder kept brushing mine, and every time I told myself it was the crowd. There was no crowd.So much for holding my ground. It lasted about as long as it took to say it.My hands wouldn’t stay still at the door. The key kept missing the lock. Amaye put her hand over mine and turned it.“Lock it,” she said softly.I locked it.I turned back and she was stripped to her underwear. Matching blue panties and bra that were so sexy. She came close to me."What are you...?" I mumbled as she pressed against me, kissing me hard, silencing me with her mouth.Her hands were quick and agile as they tugged my jacket and my top off, her mouth still pressed to mine. She started on my jeans, breaking our kiss as she pulled them to the floor, letting me step out of them. Soon, I was stood there in a pink bra and black lacy panties with a pink
My family was celebrating, overjoyed. The living room was scattered with drinks and food. My two brothers were in the corner dancing to some new pop music I had no idea of. The DJ was doing an excellent job. They had every right. I just got sworn as a medical doctor. I should be dancing too.But I
"Stratified squamous epithelium lines the buccal cavity…" the histology professor started.I wasn't listening. I should have been. That was the main purpose of medical school, right? To become a doctor. But I was becoming something else. Right from the first week. I became a lesbian. Or bi. Last ni
Vrmmm, vrmmm. The phone kept vibrating.I wasn't over him yet. I wished things were different between us. He was so sweet and intentional. He worshipped me. I missed the piggyback rides by the lake. The evening rides with the horizon in view. I missed everything. I wished he hadn't traveled and cha
I stared at the phone. I was confused. I checked the name. It was Donald with the little heart emojis next to it. Who is the blonde?“Hello?” The voice pierced the silence.“Who… is.. tha..t?” I could hear a voice, midgrunt, or midgroan, it was sound of pleasure. It was donald’s.“I don’t… know..”







