Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dirty (short stories): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Sara was still catching her breath, panties gone, skirt pushed up around her waist. She stared down at him for a long second before answering.“Like I just ruined a very expensive career… and I already want to do it again.”Taylor stayed where he was for a moment, looking up at her. Neither of them spoke. Then he stood, fixed his clothes in silence, and stepped back. Sara slid off the desk on unsteady legs. She picked up the panties from the floor, opened the bottom drawer of her desk, and dropped them inside.“This stays here,” she said. “It doesn’t leave this room. Next session we sit in our chairs like nothing happened. You talk. I take notes. We keep the line. Clear?”Taylor watched her face. “Clear.”He left without another word. The door clicked shut. Sara stood alone in the quiet office and only then reached for the tissues.The week ran fast and soon it was Thursday again. Sara had already convinced herself today was going to be strictly professional, yet her short skirt said

I balanced the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I hurried down the third-floor hallway of the humanities building. “Yes, I understand the budget constraints, Richard, but we can’t keep cutting sections like this. My Advanced Composition class is already at its capacity and—” Richard’s voice crackled through the speaker, tired and clipped. “Elena, I’m not the enemy here. The dean wants numbers. If we don’t reduce expenses, we lose another adjunct position next semester. Just… look for creative solutions, okay?” “Creative solutions,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the nearest door. “Sure. I’ll just teach fifty students with no TA and—” The smell hit me first, i was at the urinals, rasing my head, it came to my view. The men’s restroom. I froze mid-step, my phone still pressed to my ear. Ethan Hale stood at the far end of the urinal, his back partially turned, his neat button-up shirt tucked into khakis like always. He startled at the sound of my heels an

Chapter 3The final bell rang, cutting through the low murmur of students packing their bags. I wrapped up the lesson with a few closing remarks about the upcoming assignment, my voice steady even though my mind was elsewhere. As the class began to empty, I remained behind the lectern, watching them leave. My eyes found Ethan almost immediately. He moved with the crowd, head slightly down, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He didn’t look back.I wanted to call his name. The impulse rose sharply and sudden in my throat. *Ethan, wait.* But the words stayed locked inside. I hesitated, fingers gripping the edge of the lectern, imagining how it would sound if I said it too loudly. How it might look to the others still filing out. By the time I talked myself out of it, he had already disappeared through the door.The classroom fell quiet. I gathered my things slowly. The drive home felt longer than usual. My mind replayed the moment in the hallway, the brush of his fingers, the way h

Chapter 5Ethan stood just inside the door, the soft click of it shutting behind him echoed in the quiet apartment. I could sense the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes darted around the living room before he settled somewhere safe near the bookshelf. He looked exactly like the innocent student I knew from class — neat button-up, khakis, glasses slightly crooked from the walk over. But there was something else in his posture now, a nervous awareness that made the air between us feel thicker.“Come sit down,” I said, gesturing toward the couch. My voice came out softer than I intended. “We can go over everything properly.”He hesitated for a second, then followed me across the room. I walked ahead of him, feeling the light fabric of my sundress brush against my thighs with each step. The hem rode up slightly as I moved, and I didn’t bother adjusting it. When I reached the couch, I turned and watched him lower himself onto the cushion, sitting stiffly on the edge like he was

Chapter 7Ethan’s mouth tore away from mine with a wet gasp. His breathing was ragged, eyes dark and stormy. He didn’t give me time to recover.His lips moved down my jaw, sucking and biting along the sensitive skin of my neck. He found a spot just below my ear and latched on, sucking hard. I felt the blood rushing to the surface as he created a heavy, deep hickey, the sting sharp and delicious. A low moan escaped me, my head tilting back instinctively to give him more access.His hands were already moving. He grabbed the front of my sundress with both fists and yanked it downward. The thin straps snapped, the fabric tearing open with a sharp rip. My full breasts spilled out completely, heavy and flushed with arousal, nipples stiff and begging for attention. The cool air of the apartment hit my bare skin, making me shiver.Ethan let out a low, almost animalistic groan at the sight. He leaned down immediately, capturing one breast in his hot mouth. He sucked hard on the soft, full