Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Emma’s Pov “I can’t believe we’re actually graduating today!” Ashley screamed, throwing her arms around me so hard we nearly toppled over in the hallway. I laughed, steadying both of us against the lockers. “Ash, calm down. We still have one final exam to get through.” “I know, I know, but still!” She pulled back, her wild curls bouncing as she grinned at me. “I’m going to miss this so much. Coming to class, complaining about assignments, staying up until 3 AM writing papers we should’ve started weeks ago—” “You’re going to miss procrastinating?” Alexis appeared beside us, perfectly composed as always, that little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. The twins couldn’t be more different if they tried. “I’m going to miss us procrastinating,” Ashley corrected, poking her sister’s arm. Alexis turned to me, her expression softening. “I’m going to miss you so much, Emma.” Then that smirk returned, sharper this time. “Though I know you’re going to miss Professor James eve

Emma's Pov I woke up to sunlight and a splitting headache. For one blissful second, I didn't remember. Then it all came crashing back. Professor James. My dining room. My mother's hand in his. "We're getting married." "Fuck," I groaned. I was still in my party clothes, makeup smeared, hair a disaster. I grabbed painkillers from my nightstand and dry-swallowed two. After the longest shower of my life, I pulled on jeans and a hoodie and headed downstairs. The smell of bacon hit me first. "Mom, what are you making?" I called, turning into the kitchen. Then I froze. James was there. They were cooking together, Mom at the stove, James cutting fruit, looking domestic and comfortable. Like he belonged here. "Hey, honey! You're awake!" Mom beamed. "James stayed over last night. We've been talking about the wedding, and we've made a decision!" My stomach dropped. "Oh?" "We're getting married in two weeks! Isn't that exciting?" "Two weeks?" I couldn't hide the s

Emma’s Pov His fingers shoved my skirt up roughly, bunching it around my waist. No teasing, no gentleness—just raw need. He cupped my pussy through my soaked panties, pressing the heel of his palm hard against my clit while two thick fingers dragged along my slit, feeling how drenched I already was. “Fuck,” he growled against my throat, biting down just hard enough to sting. “You’re fucking dripping for your professor, aren’t you?” I moaned, hips jerking forward into his hand before I could stop myself. He rubbed slow, filthy circles over my clit through the thin fabric, then hooked the crotch of my panties aside and plunged two fingers straight inside me deeply, no warning, curling hard against that spot that made my vision white out. “James—oh God—” He kissed me then, brutal and claiming, tongue fucking into my mouth the same way his fingers were fucking into my cunt, rough, relentless, swallowing every whimper I tried to make. His thumb found my clit again, grinding

Emma’s Pov It was finally the wedding day. Mom looked beautiful in her white dress, smiling so big the whole time. I stood beside her, trying my best to look happy. Ashley and Alexis were there too. Ashley was recording everything on her phone, looking gorgeous as always in her pink dress. “Oh my gosh, I still can’t believe your mom is marrying Professor James,” Ashley whispered during the reception, nudging me with her elbow. “Did anything happen between you two again after that class thing?” I shook my head fast. “No. We came to terms with it. We can never be together, so nothing happened since then.” Alexis nodded slowly, watching me. “Yeah, that’s the right decision, Emma. Smart move.” In my head I was screaming. Yeah, it’s the right decision… But the truth was I still wanted him so bad it hurt. I wanted to fuck Professor James again more than anything. The ceremony went perfectly. Mom was glowing. James looked handsome in his suit, but he barely looked at me the whol

Dripping for My NeighborSylvia’s POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, staring at my reflection like I barely recognized the girl looking back. Twenty-one years old, married, and stuck in this big empty house instead of being in college like I was supposed to be. All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off.My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no fucking clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.My libido was through the roof. I was horny all the damn time. I’d tried everything to fix it. Vibrators, dildos, even those fancy suction toys. Nothing worked. I’d cum a little, but it never satisfied the deep ac