The walk back to my dorm after that third night felt like a dream. My body was still buzzing. Every step made me aware of how wet and sensitive I still was between my legs. Vincent’s fingers had done things to me no one else ever had. I kept replaying the way he’d looked at me when I was naked on his lap…hungry but patient, like he was enjoying breaking down every wall I had.
The next day in class I couldn’t sit still. My n*****s rubbed against my sports bra every time I moved, reminding me of his mouth. When Vincent walked past my row, I caught his scent and my p***y clenched. I was turning into a mess over this guy. Me. The girl who usually had athletes chasing her.
That evening I showed up at his apartment wearing a short sundress. No panties. I didn’t even plan it that way at first,
