General POVThe sunlight filtered gently through the window blinds, casting golden stripes across the floor of the dorm room. The alarm on Skye’s phone buzzed twice and then fell silent. She stirred beneath the sheets, one leg poking out from the blanket as her arm reached for her phone.It was half past ten. She stretched lazily, yawned, then turned to the other side of the room. It was empty still.The other bed hadn’t been touched. She blinked once, then pushed herself up slowly, rubbing her eyes and glancing again.Meredith still hadn’t returned.''What the hell?''She slid off her bed, pulled on her hoodie and padded across the room barefoot, checking the time again. She was just reaching for her phone to call her when she heard a sound.Bang. Bang. Bang.Three loud, impatient knocks on the door. She frowned. ''Seriously?''She crossed to the door and opened it halfway. And there stood the last person she expected. Ava. The Ava. The same girl Meredith had talked about in vivid de
MeredithThis shouldn't be happening. At least, that's what my brain kept repeating. The school had said they suspected something like this was going on. What if they found out?The chances of them finding out was so high I felt my nipples stand erect and a lovely sensation traveling between my thighs. It would be so sexy to get caught with my professor's head between my thighs. When he rose, I knew what was going to come next. He leaned over me, chest pressed against my boobs as he kissed my lips. I loved the taste of myself on his lips. Our tongues danced around, fighting for dominance. I still couldn't believe this was happening. How did I, a sheltered girl, happen to be in this situation? Maybe it was luck as some would call it."Are you ready?" He asked as soon as he let go of my lips. I swallowed and looked into his eyes. "I'm not sure but I trust you to make it good."He smirked, a small curve at the corner of his lips. He always looked even more handsome when he wasn't in c
EarlThe moment I felt her come on my fingers, I knew it was over. I'd crossed a line I couldn't come back from. I was with a student who could potentially ruin my name by letting this get out.I wanted to stop. A part of my brain—the logical part, urged me to push Meredith off and remind her that we shouldn't be doing this.But when her eyes met mine and she smiled warmly at me, I knew it that this wasn't something I could do without easily. "I want everything," she said. She was playing with fire, but she wouldn't know it. This was a girl I should be weaponizing against her parents, not fucking. Well, maybe not yet. Especially when I found out she hadn't been fingered before. "When you stopped me...that night," I began to say, finger brushing off her soaked hair off her face. "Was it because you've never had sex before? Or did you just panic?"Her face turned tomato red, and I was almost afraid she would get off my thighs and refuse to go along anymore. "I panicked because it wa
MeredithI didn’t know when I made the decision to kneel.Maybe it was when he said "Good girl" like he owned every nerve in my body. Or maybe it was the second he pulled my hair and whispered filth into my ear like he knew exactly how untouched I was. Whatever it was, I was on the floor now, between his thighs, my knees pressed against the worn rug, heart pounding like I was about to jump, while he sat on a chair.The reading room was quiet. The shelves were our only witnesses, towering over us. Moonlight kissed the side of Earl’s face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, and I wanted to lean in and taste it. "Meredith…" His voice was tight, strained. He said my name like it burned on his tongue.I didn’t answer.I let my hands glide up the inside of his thighs, slow and deliberate, teasing the tension I could feel in his muscles. He was so hard, the heat of him practically radiating through his pants. I looked up, our eyes locking as I unzipped him.He should’ve stopped me. He didn’
MeredithAfter the incident at Professor Earl's apartment, I knew I was in deep shit. Not only did I go to my professor's place for reasons that weren't academical, I'd allow him to touch me. No, we'd touched each other and nearly made out fully on his couch.What's he going to make of me? He'd think I'm so cheap or something. This would validate Ava's accusations if she knew. I had to tread lightly or my father may be forced to pull me out of the school. Exams were coming up soon and I didn't want to fail. So, I grabbed my bag and made to leave. As I stared at the mirror, at my lips, I couldn't help but relive the memory of the previous night. "What are you doing?" I shook my head and moved outside for class. I just needed to act cool if I saw him. What happened the previous night was a fucking mistake and he should understand that? Would he? Well, sitting in the garden now, head leaning against the bench meant I wasn't sure and I didn't want to take any chances. However, I could
EarlI watched her carefully, unsure if she was really in front of me. Her hair was curled and left to fall over her shoulders, framing her face. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through her silky hair.The thought made my dick twitch. Why the fuck am I acting like a teenage boy with his hormones on overdrive.But she stepped forward, her hands clutched together like she wasn’t sure where to put them.''I didn’t attend class because I wasn’t feeling... I mean, I just—needed a day.''Her voice dropped even more, just above a whisper.''I didn’t mean to worry you.''I swallowed. My throat felt dry, my palms sweaty. I could no longer concentrate. Knowing I was sitting at the far end of the room, a large bookshelf concealing our figures, I knew anything could happen. She's a student for crying out loud. What could possibly happen? ''It’s fine,'' I said hurriedly. ''You should’ve texted.''She nodded slowly. Then her gaze dropped to the open book in front of me. My heart skipped a