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What Best friends Do
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2026-06-17 09:19:55
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Taste Like Forbidden What Best friends Do
The couch had become Tasha's entire world. She was buried under a weighted blanket, her oversized *Missy Elliott "I'm Better"* hoodie doing absolutely no heavy lifting because she was *burning* from the inside out. Empty mugs of ginger tea lined the coffee table like little monuments to her suffering. Her phone screen was the only light, the glow making her dark skin look greyish. Tasha had this kind of presence of a woman who would walked into a room and made space for herself without asking. Thick thighs, full breasts, a belly she loved instead of hate (mostly), and a face that could change from beautiful to dangerous depending on her mood. Right now she looked like she'd been through a war. She was scrolling through TikTok with zero energy when her group chat buzzed. **Boyd:** *You need anything babe? Soup? Gatorade? Or my incredibly handsome face to cheer you up?* Tasha snorted, which immediately devolved into a coughing fit that made her feel like her lungs were trying to e
Taste Like Forbidden PART 2: chapter 5 [Desire But loosing]
I stopped giving Yara preferential grades. It happened gradually after Dr. Sanchez's visit. I realized I couldn't keep living like this—grading her papers differently, giving her inflated scores, being completely transparent about my bias. So I started grading her work the way I graded everyone else's. Objectively. Fairly. She got a B on her next assignment. A solid B. Good work, but not exceptional. She didn't say anything about it. That was the first warning sign I missed. Around the same time, she stopped texting me. I'd text her and she'd respond six, seven, eight hours later with one-word answers. She was "busy." She was "tired." She had "exams to study for." I told myself it was fine. We'd agreed to be discreet. Maybe she was just being careful. But I knew that wasn't it. Two weeks went by where I barely saw her. She skipped the Friday night at Sienna's apartment. She didn't respond to my calls. When I'd see her on campus, she'd give me a polite nod—the kind you give to a
Taste Like Forbidden PART 2: chapter 4 [Almost Caught]
**Robert Pov**I was lying on top of her, trying to catch my breath, my cock already softening inside the condom. She was running her fingers through my hair like I was a pet. Like I was hers. Which, I was realizing, I kind of was. "That was better," she said, and there was amusement in her voice. "You're learning." "I came too fast again," I said into her shoulder. "Yeah, you did. But at least you lasted longer than five minutes this time." She was teasing me, but not meanly. "You'll get better. With practice." I lifted my head to look at her. Her face was flushed. Her hair was a mess. She looked satisfied. "How much practice are we talking about?" She smiled, that smile that said she knew she had me completely hooked. "As much as you can handle." I pulled out carefully and got rid of the condom, then lay back down next to her. She was already on her phone, scrolling like she wasn't lying naked in bed with me. "So," I said carefully, "what is this? What are we doing
Taste Like Forbidden PART 2: Chapter 3 [Addiction]
**Robert Pov** The text came through on Tuesday while I was sitting in the library pretending to read. I was actually scrolling through my phone, wondering if Yara was thinking about me, when her message just... appeared. Yara: "Can't stop thinking about what you tasted like. We need to do that again. My place. Friday night. 8pm. Don't be late." I read it three times. Then I read it again. My cock responded immediately, like it had a mind of its own now. Like it understood that Yara was involved and it needed to stand at attention. I sat there in the library, pretending to look at my laptop while actually looking at that text message and trying not to get visibly hard in front of a hundred other students. The next three days were excruciating. I canceled my Friday office hours by claiming I had a migraine. It was technically a lie, but not entirely—I was getting a tension headache from the anxiety. I spent my lunch break at a pharmacy three towns over, buying condoms because
Taste Like Forbidden PART 2: Chapter 2 [Uncontrollable Sex]
I reached back and unhooked my bra. Let it fall. Then I slipped my underwear off and stood there completely naked in his office while he looked at me like I was a fever dream and he was trying to figure out if he was asleep. "Do you fuck well?" I asked him point-blank. "I—" he started, then stopped. He tried again. "I don't—" "Just answer the question. Do you fuck well?" He swallowed hard. "I've never..." He trailed off, his eyes fixed on my body like he couldn't look away if he tried. I stepped closer to him. "You've never what?" "I've never had sex," he said quietly. "At all." Okay, so he was a virgin. A thirty-three-year-old virgin. A thirty-three-year-old virgin lecturer with a gorgeous face and a smart brain and apparently zero experience with anything physical. This was going to be fun. "Good," I said. "Then you're not going to have any bad habits for me to work around. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to learn how to touch a woman. You're going to le
Taste Like Forbidden PART 2: Chapter 1[Disvirgin My Innocent Professor]
The exam score was staring at me from my phone screen like a fucking insult. 87%. Second place. Not even close. I had never been second in my life. Not once. Not in high school, not in my first two years here at State, not ever. And now Robert Bruno—Robert who was way too young to be a lecturer, way too hot for his own good, way too fucking arrogant about the fact that he knew literally everything about Economics—had just publicly humiliated me in front of the entire class. "Excellent work everyone," he'd said, that slight smile playing in his mouth while he reviewed the exam rankings projected on the screen. "Though I have to say, I'm disappointed." He'd looked right at me. "One student in particular showed a significant drop from their usual performance." The class had gone quiet in that way that meant everyone knew he was talking about me. I could feel their eyes. I could feel my face getting hot. And I could feel the rage building in my chest like a fucking volcano. The wor
Taste Like Forbidden Our Happy Moment Together
Days blurred together after we got back home. Not bad blurred—just heavy. We were talking again, really talking, but not about the obvious thing. We'd sit up late over coffee that went cold, or I'd find Dave already at the kitchen table when I came down in the morning, like he'd been awake for hou
Taste Like Forbidden The Weight Of What We Did
I woke up to gray light bleeding through the curtains we forgot to close last night. My body felt destroyed in that specific way—sore in places that reminded me exactly what happened, muscles aching from positions and exertion I wasn't used to. The room was quiet except for the air conditioner's lo
Taste Like Forbidden Stepping Over The Edge
The hotel suite smelled like fresh linen and expensive candles when the four of us stepped inside. It was one of those high-end downtown places with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights stretching out like a map of possibility, a massive king bed positioned perfectly to catch the gl
Taste Like Forbidden Meeting The Couple
The next few days were a strange mix of tension and tentative excitement.Claire and Ryan. Mid-thirties, experienced swingers. Their photos were tasteful but clear: Claire with sultry curves, dark hair falling past her shoulders, a wicked smile that suggested she knew exactly what she wanted; Ryan
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