登入Guess Quin has gathered enough material for her book.
Marcus moved onto the bed, the frame groaning in protest under his added weight. He knelt near Quin’s waist, watching Mara work with darkened eyes. His hand moved to replace Jade’s on Quin’s stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. He brushed against Quin’s untouched entrance, the tip of his finger circling the tight bud of muscle that had never been reached."You’re fucking tight, aren’t you?" Marcus growled, the words dripping with lust. He pressed the tip of his finger just inside, testing the resistance, feeling the way her body clenched around him in panic and anticipation.Jade broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to nip at the sensitive lobe of Quin’s ear. Her teeth grazed the skin, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure and pain down Quin’s spine. "Scream for us, virgin," Jade murmured, her hand moving up to pinch Quin’s nipple, rolling the hardened bud between her fingers.Quin’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes shut tight to the feeling of
Jade moved away from Quin’s chest and took her hand, pulling her toward the bunkbed. Quin stumbled after her, her mind was in a haze, filled with lust and confusion. She was confused and at the same time understood that she wanted this.She climbed onto the mattress, the springs making noise under their weight."Lie down," Jade commanded, pushing Quin onto her back.Quin obeyed. While she was staring up at the ceiling, her heart was racing so fast that she thought it might burst. She felt hands at her waist, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling the denim and her underwear down her legs in one rough tug. She kicked them off, lying down naked and vulnerable between the two of them.She looked at Marcus again; he had sat on the other bunk bed staring at them. He was watching them like he was watching a movie. She wondered what his role here was, as the other girls did not even feel bothered that he was here.Mara crawled over to her, hovering on all fours. "You're soaking wet, Quin," she murm
Quinn was just coming back from the chapel that Sunday when she heard those voices; she understood them. She wasn’t that innocent anymore about this topic.She decided it was best to hang around, but curiosity was what she couldn’t fight, she had never seen them during the day, and even at night, she barely saw the real thing.Curiosity got the best of her, making her hold the door handle. As the door swung open, the air that hit her was thick, humid, and smelled of sex, unmistakably.Quin froze. This wasn’t what she was expecting, her hand gripped the doorknob so tight that her knuckles turned white.The dorm room glowed in the low, flickering light whose source was a scented candle hanging somewhere in the room.She wasn’t ready to start looking for it because her gaze was fixated elsewhere.Two bodies were tangled together like a thread in a rhythm; it looked like they were tangoing on the bottom bunk of the bunk beds against the far wall. Mara was on her back. Her legs were spre
She typed the yes, deleted it, put her phone face-down on the desk, and spent the next two hours reading the first three chapters of her biology text with a fake focus. Every fourth sentence she'd realize she knew all these things. That was the problem she had with reading… she always knows these things.How? She doesn’t know yet.By ten o'clock she had written another chapter in her secret document, still not certain about what she would do with it yet.Just because, what she had in her mind was wicked.Maybe, evil.Mara knocked on the connecting wall at 10:30 PM, having apparently returned, and opened the room door."Nia invited us. Did she text you?""She did.""And?""I'm reading."Mara leaned on the doorframe. She had changed into something that was casual but was also, Quin noted, extremely deliberate: dark jeans, a cropped top, and her hair down and loose. She looked the way people looked when they wanted to seem effortless and had put significant effort into the appearance o
Saturday arrived the way first Saturdays somewhere new always do, slowly, with a kind of spaciousness that weekdays never have.Quin woke before both her roommates, made coffee, and sat at her desk with her secret document open.She had written a lot in the past days and she has begun to wrap her head around what she would do with it.She liked this hour. The dorm was quieter. Outside the window, the Hargrove campus caught the early light at a specific angle that made it look the way it looked in the brochure: deliberate, almost cinematic, as if the architecture knew it was being admired.She wrote everything that has been happening since she resumed school in even letters and told herself she was not thinking too much about the conversation from the night before and wasn't thinking about their thing and wasn't thinking about Mara's voice saying there's no right time and most definitely was not thinking about the wicked plans that was forming in her head for her secret document.She w
She didn't bring it up the next morning.That was the practical thing, the careful thing, and Quin had always been both. She made coffee with the small machine she'd packed and sat at her desk while Mara slept peacefully like she had made peace with the world. Jade's bed was not empty. At some point in the night she had returned.She entered the password to a secret document in her laptop, then she started typing, she's yet to decide what she would do with that document, however, she has some crazy ideas in her head.Some minutes into it, Mara turned in her bed. Quin quickly shut her laptop down.She switched to her biology textbook and read four pages and retained absolutely none of it.She kept thinking about last night.She still finds it unbelievable. She was 18 and she was not naive enough to believe she'd misidentified that sound. She understood its nature in the abstract, the same way she understood most things she had not experienced: clearly, theoretically, from the outside.







