8

He didn’t ease his grip.

I could barely think. My chest rose and fell against his. My tits were crushed up against hard muscle. My thighs clenched. I could feel the heat between my legs soaking through my thong again.

Then he leaned in, just enough to brush his mouth by my ear.

“Have we met before?”

I blinked. My stomach dropped.

The words sliced right through whatever breath I had left. My whole body went still.

He wasn’t smirking or teasing. He looked down at me like I was a stranger, like nothing I remembered meant anything to him.

The bar. The kiss. The hand in his pants.

He didn’t remember.

Or worse, he did, and this was him letting me know it meant absolutely fucking nothing.

My face went hot.

I shoved him. Hard. My wrists pulled free with more effort than I expected. He let me go, stepping back like I wasn’t worth the fight.

“No, no we haven't,” I said in a low voice.

I stared at him. He didn’t blink. He just ran a hand through his hair and looked past me, bored and cold.

My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear the music anymore. I turned and stormed away, my jaw was  tight and I couldn't help but feel humiliated.

And behind me, I knew he was watching.

But not for the reasons I’d wanted.

Danika spotted me instantly. She was sitting on the grass, legs across Smith’s lap, drink in hand.

“You okay?”

“I just… I want to go home.”

Her eyes narrowed, reading me quick.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “Just tired.”

She nodded. “Okay, love.”

She kissed Smith quick and stood. Two girls followed behind her. One with short blonde hair, tiny denim skirt, and heels she didn’t need. The other had her curly hair pulled high and a smirk that didn’t leave her face.

“This is Eliza,” Danika said, nodding to the blonde. “And that’s Nyla. My favorite bad influences.”

They both grinned.

“Nice to meet you,” Eliza said.

“We’ve heard about you,” Nyla added, voice low.

We walked back to the dorm together.

Once inside, I sat on the edge of my bed. My clothes were still damp, skin warm from the night, but none of it mattered.

Danika dropped onto her bed and pulled her shoes off.

“Alright. Spill.”

“It’s nothing.”

Danika raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie.”

I didn’t answer.

She rolled her eyes. “How the fuck was that asshole ever with you?”

I looked at her. My throat was tight. “I was a virgin when we started dating. Kole was my first. And I still… I don’t feel anything when he touches me. Not unless I’m doing it myself.”

Eliza raised an eyebrow. Nyla tilted her head.

“I thought it was me,” I said. “Like maybe I really am boring. Maybe he was right.”

Danika scoffed. “He wasn’t right. He just had no clue what he was doing.”

She looked at Eliza and Nyla. “Tell her.”

“What?” I asked.

Eliza smirked. “He didn’t explore. That’s all.”

Nyla leaned back, legs crossed. “He probably just went straight in. No patience. No build. No brain.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re not boring,” Eliza said, softer now. “You just don’t know what you like. Yet.”

Nyla added, “And neither did he.”

Then they both looked at me, curious, playful, but serious enough to make my stomach flutter.

“If you’re interested,” Nyla said, voice low, “we can help you find out.”

I didn’t answer them at first.

Eliza and Nyla just watched me. Danika was quiet for once, sitting on her bed, letting me think.

But I couldn’t think.

My body was still warm from the party. Still soft and wet in all the wrong places. And their offer… it sat heavy in the air.

“I…” My voice cracked. “I don’t know how.”

Danika stood. “That’s the point.”

She stepped in front of me, close enough to feel her heat. Her hands slid under the hem of my shirt, slow, testing.

“Last chance,” she said. “You want to stop this, say it now.”

I didn’t.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be touched for real, to  be seen, to come without hiding in the dark with my own hand. From Kole's betrayal to Black acting like I didn't fucking exist.

I nodded.

And they didn’t wait.

Nyla was behind me in seconds. I felt her hands on my shoulders, then pulling my shirt over my head. Eliza knelt in front of me, tugging down my shorts. Danika just smiled, wicked, and ran her hands straight up my thighs.

They stripped me fast, no teasing now. My bra was gone. My thong snapped apart between Nyla’s fingers.

I was bare.

All three of them looked at me like I was something they wanted to eat alive.

Danika’s mouth went straight to my right nipple. Nyla claimed the left, sucking, licking, biting soft enough to make me gasp. Eliza pressed her face between my thighs like she’d been waiting for it.

Her tongue slid through my folds, slow, then fast.

I moaned. Loud. It felt like my body was on fire, my hands felt like they needed to touch a part of my body but there was none , all of me was occupied by them and so I flicked Nyla's nipples through her shirt between my fingers, pinching as hard as the waves they were sending through me.

Danika’s hand went to the back of my neck. “You take everything we give you, don’t hold back.”

My knees buckled.

Eliza licked up and down my pussy, then sucked my clit. She moaned like I was the best thing she’d tasted in weeks.

Nyla’s fingers were already teasing between my cheeks, spreading me open. Danika pinched my nipple while she kissed my neck.

I couldn’t breathe. My body shook.

Eliza pulled back just long enough to say, “We’re not done.”

She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black box, clicked it open.

New toys. They were sleek, clean and untouched.

My heart jumped.

The first one was small. Slim. Danika as she slid it inside me slow, testing the fit.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s...”

“Just the start,” Nyla whispered.

The toy buzzed to life inside me.

Then another one, flat and round, pressed to my clit.

Eliza held it there, firm, steady. “Tell us if it’s too much.”

I shook my head. “Don’t stop.”

Danika grabbed both my breasts again. Nyla was behind me, kissing down my spine, her hands spreading my cheeks while Eliza stayed between my legs, tongue and toy working together until I was moaning so loud it echoed in the room.

My body locked.

“F-fuck...fuck...” I cried.

The orgasm slammed into me so hard I almost fell. Danika held me. Eliza didn’t stop.

The toy buzzed harder. My clit was soaked.

I came again, seconds later, legs shaking, hands grabbing whatever I could.

“Please...please...”

Another wave.

Then another.

Nyla whispered at my ear, “You’re not boring. You’re perfect.”

I screamed. Loud. No shame.

I lost track of how many times I came. My thighs were slick. My nipples swollen. My clit pulsing so hard I could barely think.

They pulled back slow, finally letting me drop onto the bed, completely wrecked.

Danika leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Told you. All you needed was the right hands, this is what friends are for.”