Chapter 5

Sophia's POV

I had fallen in love with Professor Diego Vega.

These past few weeks with him have been the best of my life.

The way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered, the way he touched me or was it the late-night talks after we’d fucked ourselves raw

With Diego, I felt the kind of quiet I’d never known with anyone else.

But I was terrified.

A lecturer and a student relationship was forbidden and there was Michael still lurking around in the background with his father's signature on that recommendation letter I desperately needed.

And worse, the shameful little truth I couldn't admit out loud was that I still craved Diego's cock inside of me.

Diego made love to me like I was precious, but Michael fucked me like I was his to ruin.

Both felt good in completely different ways and I hated myself for wanting both.

That night in Diego's apartment after he'd rolled me under him and fucked me senseless while holding up that scholarship handbook.

I slid off him without warning.

He reached for me again “Sophia…”

“I have to go” I'd whispered, pulling my dress back on with shaking hands.

He'd called after me, called multiple times, and sent hundreds of messages but I didn’t reply.

This was supposed to be a one-time thing, not a routine, falling for him wasn't part of the plan.

The next day I forced myself to show up for the hangout I’d been cancelling for weeks.

My friends had been texting in the group chat nonstop and the guilt finally won.

We met at a lounge squeezed into our usual corner booth as I tried to act normal and pretend I hadn’t spent the last month shuffling between two very different dicks.

Tasha leaned forward first, smirking. “Okay, spill. We’ve barely seen you in weeks. What's going on? Is it Michael or you've been busy reading, bookworm, Which is it?”

I forced a laugh. “I’ve been busy with the scholarship prep, you know”

“Bullshit,” Maya cut in, eyes narrowing playfully. “We see the way Professor Diego looks at you in class. Like he wants to eat you alive. It’s obvious he has a thing for you.”

My stomach dropped.

“Eww,” I said too quickly, too loudly. “How can you even say that? He’s our lecturer. And he’s… older. There’s like a ten-year gap between us. That’s gross and totally inappropriate. He’s probably just… intense about teaching. That’s all.”

I kept rambling, words tumbling out like I could talk my way out of the heat crawling up my neck.

Three pairs of eyes staring at me.

Tasha tilted her head. “How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?”

I froze. “What? I….I just pay attention in class. Like everyone should. For the scholarship. Obviously.”

Maya raised a brow. “Uh-huh.”

I silently prayed they wouldn’t push. If they asked one more question, I knew I was going to blurt out everything.

Thank God, Tasha slammed her palm on the table.

“I’ve got news, guys.”

We all jumped.

“What?” Maya asked.

Tasha grinned, wicked and proud. “I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.”

My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?”

“I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.”

She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

Tasha leaned in closer, voice dropping to that husky, conspiratorial tone she used when she was really proud of herself.

“She had me pinned to the bed, her tongue circling my clit so slow I was begging. I squirted all over her face. She licked me clean!”

“What!” My friends screamed in excitement.

“That's not all, she told me how sweet I tasted, how pretty I looked coming undone, and then she fucked me until I screamed into the pillow, coming over and over till I couldn’t move.”

She sighed, dreamy. “Best night ever.”

The table fell silent.

I couldn’t speak.

I was soaked, completely, embarrassingly drenched.

Every filthy detail Tasha painted replaced her girlfriend with Diego in my head but then something shifted.

What if it wasn’t him? What if it was… a woman?

What the hell is wrong with me?

I’d never thought about girls like that. Never let myself. But right now, listening to Tasha, my body was screaming yes.

I kept wondering if it'd feel different.

I’d told myself that when I finally started having sex there’d be no boundaries. I’d explore everything.

But not so fast, I mean why was I suddenly so turned on and aching to be touched by a woman?

Tasha’s eyes landed on me. “You okay, Soph? You look… flushed.”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Fine. Just… hot in here.”

Maya smirked. “Tasha’s story got you hot, huh?”

Tasha laughed, then leaned forward again.

“Speaking of… my girl’s been talking about a threesome. She’s into it. Asked if I knew anyone cute and open-minded.” Her gaze flicked to me, playfully “You down, Soph?

You’ve been acting moody lately, it would be fun.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. “No,” I said too fast. “I mean…no. Definitely not.”

Tasha raised a brow. “Sure? You watch lesbian p**n sometimes. I’ve seen your browser history that one time you left your phone unlocked.”

Heat flooded my face. “That was.. research. For… art. Inspiration. Whatever. I’m not…”

Maya cut in, grinning. “Come on. One night. No strings attached, Michael doesn't have to know if that's what you're afraid of, you’re clearly horny as fuck right now.”

“I said no.” My voice cracked. I shoved my chair back. “I need air. Be right back.”

I didn’t wait for their protests. I bolted for the bathroom hallway.

I was so fucking horny I could barely think straight. Diego or Michael? Who should I text right now?

Before I could decide, my phone buzzed with a message from Diego

I snatched it open, and it was a photo not a text.

He was fully naked and sprawled on the bed z with his thick cock in hand. The photo was followed immediately by a video thumbnail: his hand stroking himself, slow at first, then faster as he moaned my name.

….”Sophia… fuck, Sophia… I need you right now…Ahhh…”

Underneath, he sent a message.

Are you still avoiding me?

My thumb hovered over the photo as I tried to zoom in, and then my screen glitched.

And I hit send to the class group chat.