Kelly
"Girl, you need to be strong. Maybe he's just not ready... or he's scared of hurting you."
Mia's voice was soft in the dark, her hand rubbing slow circles on my back as I cried into my pillow.
I let out a bitter laugh. "What kind of man turns down a wet pussy when it's literally in his grip?"
Mia snorted, then burst out laughing. "Right? Unless... you think he's gay?"
We both collapsed into helpless giggles, the kind that only come when your heart is breaking and you're trying not to scream.
"Seriously, Kelly," she said, wiping her eyes, "you're overthinking this. You have no idea how many guys on this campus want you."
"You mean Jake?" I asked, remembering the way he'd looked at me the last time we met.
"Mmm... yeah." Mia purred the word like she was tasting it.
"I turned him down," I said, flipping my hair back.
"You what?" Mia sat up, eyes wide. "Kelly, Jake is the hottest guy in your class-and he's loaded. What the hell?"
"Yeah... so?" I shrugged.
"Jesus, bitch. If I had a body like yours, I would've rode that dude a long time ago. Anything over that cock-teasing professor of yours."
"Prof Will's dick is actually huge," I muttered. "Thick and..."
"Eww, stop!" Mia cut me off, covering her ears. "I do not need those visuals."
My phone lit up on the nightstand. Jake's name flashed across the screen.
Speak of the devil, I answered.
"Yo, shawty."
"What do you want, Jake?"
"There's a party at my place tonight. Come drown your sorrows with me."
I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"Sure," I purred. "Get dressed, Mia. We're going out."
Jake's house pulsed with heavy bass. Red cups littered every surface, bodies grinding against each other in the dim light. I slammed back two tequila shots, letting the burn settle in my chest. My dress was already riding scandalously high on my thighs.
Jake found me on the dance floor, pressing up behind me with a grin. His hands gripped my hips as he ground against my ass, his hard cock unmistakable through his jeans.
I moaned softly, rolling my body against him, but my mind screamed one name: *Will*.
He pulled me into a dark corner, mouth crashing onto mine-rough, eager, nothing like the controlled fire I craved. His hands squeezed my breasts, fingers clumsy as they slipped into my panties.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned against my lips.
"I'm yours tonight," I whispered, tipsy and aching.
"Finally," Jake breathed, kissing down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "My room's upstairs."
"Lead the way."
His bedroom smelled like musk, cheap cologne, and stale beer. Posters covered the walls, empty cans scattered in the corner. He pushed me onto the mattress and stripped my dress off in seconds. I stood there naked, breasts bouncing, thong yanked to the side as his hands slid between my thighs.
"You're soaked already."
*Not for you.*
Jake's scent surrounded me, but it was Will's face that burned behind my eyes-his rejection playing on repeat. *Not like that, Kelly. I can't be your first.*
Jake's cock pressed against my entrance. His cock average, nothing like the thick monster I'd felt through Will's pants. He fumbled with a condom, then pushed in with one impatient thrust.
I gasped as the sharp burn tore through me. Virginity gone. Just like that.
"You're a virgin?" His eyes widened.
"Not anymore," I whispered.
He groaned and started pounding, hips slamming into mine, the bedframe banging against the wall. His cock stretched me, hitting deep with every thrust, balls slapping wetly against my ass.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, sweat dripping onto my breasts as he pinned my wrists above my head.
Pleasure built fast despite everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. "Harder," I demanded, nails raking down his shoulders. "Make me scream."
Jake obliged, fucking me relentlessly, one hand dropping to rub circles over my clit. Orgasm hit me like lightning... walls clenching, body arching as I cried out. He followed right after, groaning loudly as he spilled into the condom.
We lay tangled and panting. "Best pussy I've ever had," he mumbled, kissing my neck sloppily.
I forced a giggle, but guilt twisted in my gut. Will would hate this.
Later, I texted Will: *Tutoring tomorrow? I learned my lesson.*
No reply.
But I knew he'd seen the photos Jake posted of me laughing, drunk, and marked. *The campus party slut.*
The next morning, the campus buzzed with students rushing to class. I spotted Professor Wilson first leaning against a tree, coffee in hand, eyes locked on me like twin lasers.
Heat flooded my cheeks. He knew.
Jake's arm slung possessively around my shoulders as we walked past. "Hey, Prof! Kelly's my girl now. Tutoring really paid off, huh?" Jake smirked, completely oblivious.
Will's jaw tightened. His gaze dropped to the fresh hickey blooming on my neck... Jake's mark.
"Careful, Jake," he said, voice dangerously low. "Some lessons bite back."
His eyes burned with raw possession. My pussy clenched hard under my skirt, thighs growing slick. He turned away sharply, fists clenched at his sides.
*WILL*
Kelly's laugh rang across the grass bright, but fake. She sat with that meathead Jake, his arm draped possessively over her shoulder, hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh.
My cock twitched at the memory of her taste. *Idiot,* I cursed myself, nearly crushing the coffee cup in my grip.
I'd pushed her away to protect her. But seeing her marked by him? Rage burned hot in my chest.
By afternoon lecture, the air crackled with tension. She sat in the front row, legs crossed tightly, blouse dipping low enough to tease. My eyes kept drifting to her parted lips, and the soft swell of her cleavage.
"Friction generates heat," I said, voice rougher than intended, the chalk snapping in my fingers. *Our* friction.
After class, she lingered, packing slowly. When the last student left, I rounded the desk and loomed over her.
"Jake? Really?" Jealousy bled into every word as I braced my hands on either side of her, caging her in.
"He's good," she purred, breath catching as my thigh nudged between hers. "Makes me come hard."
My blood boiled.
"Meet me in my office. Four o'clock. We need to discuss your grade... and the tutoring sessions you've missed. Twice."
My office door opened at exactly 4:00 p.m. Jake hovered outside like a guard dog. "Make it quick," he snapped before the door clicked shut behind her.
Kelly leaned against my desk, tits straining against her blouse. "I missed your hands," she whispered, biting her lip.
"You reek of him," I growled, stepping closer.
She arched into me, nipples hard under the thin fabric. "Jealous? Then fuck me. Claim what's yours."
"I don't like sharing, and he's marked you already."
She leaned forward, pushing her breasts closer. "Then punish me, Professor."
"Watch it, Kelly."
But my cock was already rock-hard, tenting my pants. She uncrossed her legs, sliding her foot up my calf. Her hands nudged my inner thigh, then pressed firmly against my bulge.
I groaned, grabbing her them and yanking her against my throbbing cock. "Bad girl."
She rubbed me slowly while our eyes locked.
Tension snapped.
I gripped her chin hard, thumb brushing her lower lip, and shoved her panties aside. Two fingers plunged deep into her dripping cunt. She gasped, grinding desperately against my hand as I finger-fucked her against the desk, swallowing her moans with a brutal kiss.
Her pussy gripped me like wet silk-hot, greedy, perfect. Jake's laugh filtered through the door. I yanked my fingers out, her whine desperate and furious.
"Go back to him," I rasped, stepping away even as it tore me apart.
She glared, lips swollen, skirt rumpled. "Fuck you."
The door slammed behind her.
Alone, I punched the desk, regret choking me. She was destroying me.
