Chapter 7

Back in their shared apartment, Sophia flopped onto Pamela’s bed, her eyes wide with scandalized curiosity.

“Okay, spill. Everything,” she demanded, propping her chin on her hands. “Starting with how the hell this even began.”

Pamela hesitated for a second before joining her on the bed, biting her lip. “Where do I even start?”

Sophia grinned. “How about the part where you went from innocent choir girl to Professor Carter’s personal fucktoy?”

Pamela’s cheek burned, but she couldn’t help the thrill that shot through her at the words. “It just.. happened. One day I was in his office, the next thing I know, I was on my knees before I could say a word.”

Sophia gasped, then immediately leaned in closer. “No fucking way. Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Sophia’s breath hitched. “Jesus. And you just-let him?”

“I wanted him to.”

Sophia groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. “Fuck, Pam. That’s…hot.” She leaned forward, her eyes widened. “And? How was it?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across Pamela’s face. “Big. Like, really big.”

Sophia groaned, throwing her head back. “Of course he is. Of course the hottest professor on campus is packing. Meanwhile, Luke’s over here thinking missionary is an extreme sport.”

Pamela snorted. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s worse,” Sophia sighed dramatically. “He’s sweet, sure, but the man has zero creativity. No dominance, no roughness-just vanilla, vanilla, vanilla. Once he gave me head, he wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks-like he’d won the Nobel prize or something.”

They both burst into laughter

“And I didn’t even cum,” she added, and the laughter intensified.

She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Tell me Richard at least fucks you like he means it.”

Pamela’s breath hitched as memories flooded her. “Yeah, he does.”

Sophia’s eyes darkened with envy. “Details, Pam. Now.”

Pamela hesitated, then gave in. “He…ties me up. Sometimes with a rope, sometimes with his belt. He fingers me until I’m begging, then fucks me so hard I can’t walk straight after.”

Sophia groaned “that’s so fucking hot.” She sighed dramatically. “Luke would never. The most adventurous he gets is maybe asking for my permission before flipping me over during sex.”

Pamela giggled. “Richard doesn’t ask.”

Sophia’s lips parted. “So he just...takes?”

“Yup.” Pamela’s voice dropped to a whisper. “One time, he gagged me with my own thong, so I wouldn’t wake the neighbors.

Sophia’s mouth fell open. “Holy shit.”

Pamela smirked. “And that’s not even the wildest part. He loves using toys on me. One time, he-“

Her phone buzzed loudly on the night stand cutting her off. Sophia groaned in frustration as Pamela grabbed it, then froze.

“Oh fuck.”

Sophia frowned. “What?”

Pamela turned the screen towards her.

FROM THE CLASS REPRESENTATIVE:

THIS IS TO INFORM YOU THAT THE ORAL LITERATURE MID-SEMESTER EXAMS WILL HOLD NEXT WEEK MONDAY. SO SORRY FOR THE SHORT NOTICE.

Sophia’s face turned white. “What?” but we haven’t even covered half the material! This college is after my life.”

Pamela laughed at her, “Yes we have. We finished the last topic two weeks ago.”

“Come on,” Sophia replied, frowning her face, “that’s not true.”

“Well I’m not surprised” Pamela replied. “I attended almost all the lectures, and I still can’t remember a single thing.”

“What are we going to do?” Sophia asked. “I’m already having enough trouble with the other courses. I can’t afford to add oral literature to my list of problems.”

There was a brief moment of silence between them.

Pamela chewed her lips, then smirked. “I can go meet my tutor.”

“Who?”

Pamela’s grin turned wicked

Sophia’s eyes widened. “Noo!”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to study with him?” Sophia scoffed. “Yeah, right. You’re going to get fucked.”

“Well since our options are very limited, I might as well explore the best one we’ve got.”

Pamela picked up her phone and typed: 

DADDY, I NEED YOUR HELP STUDYING. CAN I COME OVER?

The reply was almost instant.

TOMORROW! MY OFFICE! WEAR YOUR SKIRT. NO PANTIES