CHIT CHAT

Kendra’s POV 

The walk back to the lecture hall felt strange. My legs were still shaky, my panties sticky and ruined. Every step sent a little reminder through my sore pussy — Reed’s thick cock, Clara’s eager tongue, the way the three of us had lost control in his office just minutes ago.

I slipped into the hall and dropped into the seat beside Lena. She immediately turned to me with curious eyes.

“Why did Professor Reed call you out like that?” she whispered. 

“He kept on using you as examples during the lecture, hope there’s no problem Kendra?”

“You were gone for almost an hour.”

I shrugged, trying to look unbothered even though my clit was still tingling.

“It’s the usual,” I said casually. 

Lena narrowed her eyes but didn’t push. She knew better than to dig too deep when I gave her that answer.

During our free period, Lena and I stepped outside to get some fresh air. We found a quiet bench under a big tree and sat down, enjoying the breeze on our skin.

I was just about to tease Lena about Adrian again when I heard a familiar voice.

“Kendra!”

I looked up. Clara was walking toward us, still looking a little flushed, her hair slightly messy. She had that same mischievous smile on her face from earlier.

“Hey,” she said, stopping right in front of me. “I was hoping I’d bump into you again.”

Lena glanced between us, clearly curious.

Clara pulled out her phone. “Let me get your number. We should talk more… or hang out.”

I typed my number in quickly. As I handed the phone back, our fingers brushed. We shared a secret, knowing look — the kind that remembered exactly how we had “hung out” less than an hour ago.

Clara winked at me before walking away.

“Who was that?” Lena asked the moment Clara was out of earshot. “She was looking at you like she knows you very well.”

I laughed lightly and leaned back on the bench. “She’s just a friend.”

Lena raised an eyebrow. “A friend who smiles at you like that?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual. “She’s cool. We… talk sometimes.”

Lena didn’t look convinced, but she let it go. We fell into our usual rhythm — legs stretched out, talking about everything and nothing.

“So,” Lena started, lowering her voice, “how’s the professor situation going? Still playing with fire?”

I grinned. “You have no idea. Today was… intense. Let’s just say I had a very thorough ‘discussion’ with Reed.”

Lena’s eyes widened. “In his office again?”

“Something like that,” I whispered, leaning closer. “He was in a mood. Made me moan so loud I’m surprised no one came knocking.”

Lena covered her mouth, giggling. “You’re going to get caught one day.”

“Maybe,” I said, biting my lip. “But the risk makes it hotter. What about you? Still letting Adrian bend you over his desk during work hours?”

Lena blushed deeply but smiled. “The last time was crazy. He had me in his office… and in the restroom. I couldn’t even stay quiet.”

We spent the rest of the free period whispering naughty stories — me telling her bits about Reed (without mentioning Clara), her telling me about how addicted she was becoming to Adrian’s cock and his gifts.

By the time we had to head back for the next lecture, we were both giggling and a little turned on again.

As we walked back into the building, I couldn’t stop the thought running through my mind:

My life had become completely wild.

And I was loving every filthy second of it.