Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Fu**ed And Watched#3

Kathy's Pov(f****d And Watched)

Amelia helped me stumble back to the dorm after everything. My legs felt like jelly and every step made my p***y and ass throb in the best and worst way possible. I was sore as hell, covered in dried c*m, and still leaking from both holes, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I felt f*****g amazing. Powerful. Like I had finally done something wild just for me.

“You did so great, babe,” Amelia said, holding my arm tight so I wouldn’t fall. “I mean it. You took those three c***s like a champ. Everyone was losing their minds watching you.”

I giggled, still high on the adrenaline and all the orgasms. “It was so f*****g hot. I can’t believe I actually did that.”

When we finally got inside our dorm room, I basically collapsed onto the bed. I was exhausted, sore everywhere, but in the most satisfying way. Amelia was the best. She helped me to the bathroom so I could pee (which hurt a little but felt good at the same time), then she got a warm cloth and gently cleaned me up. She even helped me change into comfy clothes.

“I love you so much, Amelia,” I mumbled as she tucked me into bed like a mom. “You’re like the sister I never really had. My actual brother is way older and we barely talk. You’ve always been there for me.”

She smiled softly and brushed my hair back. “Get some sleep, slut. You earned it.”

I passed out almost instantly, still smiling.

The next morning I woke up slowly, still half-dreaming. I was moaning softly in my sleep, thinking one of the guys from last night was touching me again. Warm hands were on my t**s, gently squeezing and playing with my n*****s. It felt so good I didn’t want to wake up.

“Mmm… harder…” I whispered, still lost in the dream.

Then my eyes fluttered open.

It wasn’t a dream.

Amelia was lying beside me on the bed, her hand under my shirt, cupping and massaging my bare breasts. Her thumb kept circling my n****e, pinching it lightly. She looked so focused, breathing a little fast.

“Amelia… what the f**k?” I said, sitting up quickly and pushing her hand away. “Why are you touching me like that?”

She didn’t look embarrassed at all. She just stared at me with this hungry look in her eyes. “What do you mean ‘why’? You’re not a virgin anymore, Kathy. You let three guys destroy you in front of everyone last night. And I’ve had my eyes on you for so long. You really never noticed?”

I pulled the blanket up over my chest, heart racing for a completely different reason now. “Amelia, I've never really noticed and I don’t do girls. That’s not me. I like d**k. I loved getting f****d by those guys. It was amazing, but… I’m not into girls like that.”

She sat up too, her face getting serious. “So you’ve really not been taking any of the hints all these years? All the times I slept in your bed, the way I look at you, how I helped you get ready for the party… nothing?”

I shook my head. “No. You’re my best friend. You’re like my sister. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. My mom even told me to stay away from you back then, but I kept seeing you in secret all through high school because I couldn’t lose you. You’ve never pressured me about anything before. Why now?”

Amelia’s voice got a little louder. “Because I want you, Kathy! I’ve wanted you for years. Watching you get f****d last night turned me on so much, but it also made me jealous. I wanted to be the one touching you. I wanted to make you feel good too.”

She reached out again and tried to touch my thigh. I moved away.

“Amelia, stop. I love you as my best friend, but I’m not attracted to girls. I love the way c**k feels inside me. I loved being stretched and used last night. That’s what I want. Not this.”

Her face changed. Hurt mixed with anger. “So that’s it? After everything we’ve been through, after I helped you do the craziest thing of your life, you’re just shutting me down like that?”

“I’m not shutting you down,” I said, trying to stay calm even though my heart was hurting. “I’m telling you the truth. You’re important to me. You’re family. But I don’t want to have s*x with you. I don’t want to kiss you or touch you like that.”

Amelia stood up fast, grabbing her jacket. “Whatever. Don’t follow me. I need space.”

“Amelia, wait—”

She slammed the door behind her before I could say anything else.

The room felt too quiet after she left. I sat there for a long time, staring at the wall. Amelia had been my rock since we were little kids. Even when my mom tried to keep us apart, we stayed close in secret. She never pushed me before last night. She was always the one who had my back.

Now everything felt messed up.

It was almost the end of the semester. I tried calling her later that day. No answer. I texted her a bunch of times. “Please talk to me”, “I’m sorry if I hurt you”, “You’re still my best friend”...but she left me on read.

I spent the whole day in bed, sore from the gangbang but even more sore inside from the fight. I kept replaying last night in my head. I really had loved every dirty second of getting f****d by those three guys. The way they stretched all my holes, the way the crowd watched, the way I came so many times. I loved d**k. I loved being used hard. That part wasn’t changing.

But losing Amelia over this felt awful.

I touched my t**s absentmindedly, remembering how her hands felt that morning. It wasn’t bad… but it wasn’t what I wanted. Not even close. I needed c**k. Rough, thick, deep c**k that made me scream.

Still, the silence from Amelia’s side of the room hurt more than the soreness between my legs.

I grabbed my phone again and sent one more text:

**I love you as my sister. Please don’t throw away years of friendship over this. Talk to me when you’re ready.**

Then I lay back down, closed my eyes, and let myself remember the feeling of three c***s filling me at once. At least that memory still made me smile… and made me wet all over again.