Professor Black’s Sexy Possession

The last thing I expected to see on my projector was my sex tape. One second, my photos of the old harbor flicked across the screen, the next, there I was, naked, straddling Kole, the sound of my own breath filling the speakers. My fingers slammed every button on the remote, my thumb slipping over the plastic as the screen refused to change.The crowd went quiet. Chairs creaked as people shifted. Somewhere near the back, someone laughed under their breath. My stomach knotted so hard I thought I’d throw up.“This isn’t...I don’t...” My voice cracked.The gallery owner, Mrs. Halden, stood frozen by the wall, one hand gripping her clipboard so tight her knuckles went white. A man in a suit, one of the judges, leaned forward in his seat, his eyebrows drawing together.And the worst part wasn’t the room. It was the camera in the corner of the gallery, the red light blinking. The event was being streamed live to the festival’s website.I turned toward the tech booth. “Turn it off!”The y

My head was pounding when I woke up. The ceiling fan in the motel room spun slowly above me. The taste of last night’s vodka still clung to my tongue. I rolled onto my back and groaned.What the fuck did I do?The memory hit in pieces. Kole. Ava. The bar. The man. The kiss. My hand down his pants. My own fingers buried between my thighs, dripping wet while I imagined him inside me.I sat up slowly and dragged a hand through my tangled hair. Shame burned hot in my chest. I didn’t even ask his name. What kind of girl throws herself at a stranger like that?Apparently me.Still, I was glad I’d never see him again.I showered, got dressed, and called a rideshare to campus. Blackmoor College. Three hours late for check-in, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to spend the next four years hiding. I was here to start over. No more Kole. No more waiting. No more good girl.The dorms were packed when I arrived. Boxes everywhere. Parents hugging. Girls already crying like it was goodbye forever.

I moved out of his way fast. My back hit the wall again, but this time I wasn’t shoved, I just couldn’t feel my legs.Professor Chance Black walked into the classroom without another word. He didn’t look back.I stood there, frozen, staring at the open door like it had teeth. The hallway was empty now, my breathing felt too loud, and my skin felt too hot and then I turned.I didn’t go inside.I turned around and walked fast, then faster, then practically ran all the way back to the dorm.By the time I got there, I was breathless. I threw the door open and dropped my bag. My stomach twisted. I made it to the tiny bathroom and hovered over the sink. I didn’t throw up, but it was close.“Jesus,” Danika said behind me. “You look like you saw a ghost.”I didn’t answer. I just stared at the water dripping from the faucet.Danika walked closer, towel around her neck, sports bra on, no shame about the glistening sweat on her chest or thighs.“What happened?” she asked.I looked at her. My li

He didn’t look away.Not for a long time.I stood in the water, staring back, heart racing, mouth dry, my body still humming from Danika’s fingers and Chance Black looked straight through me like he could hear every filthy thought in my head.Then finally, he peeled his gaze away.He lifted his drink to his mouth, took a slow sip, and turned. He walked back into the house like nothing had happened.My stomach dropped.I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the leftover tension in my body, but I moved fast. I pushed out of the pool and grabbed a towel, dripping wet, my thong sticking to my pussy, my nipples showing through the stretched white tee. I didn’t care.I needed to find him.I didn’t even know what I was going to say.All I knew was my thighs were still clenching, and my cunt was throbbing again. I could feel the heat pulsing between my legs as I started toward the stairs.Danika caught my wrist. “Where are you headed?”“I need...” I started, but I couldn’t finish.That’s when

I woke up sore. Not just tired but used. In the best way.My thighs ached. My clit throbbed. My nipples were still raw from too much attention. I stretched under the covers and winced when the sheet dragged across my chest.Danika was sprawled naked across her bed, one leg hanging off the side, one hand still cupped lazily around her tit. A vibrator sat between her thighs, still slick, still humming low like it didn't know the party was over.I laughed softly. "You slept with that thing on?"She didn't even stir.I sat up and rubbed the back of my neck. My whole body felt like it had been licked, fucked, and loved. It probably had.I'd never had friends like this. Never let anyone touch me like that, much less three girls I barely knew but they made it feel easy, safe and fucking hot.Danika was wild, but she was cool. Honest. The kind of girl who didn't fake anything. I liked that.And for once, I wasn't thinking about him.Chance Black.I'd finally shut him out of my head. Maybe I