No.
Fuck no.
I sat up straight, heart racing faster than the Lambo ever could.
Are you gonna sit there and watch Mom’s old p***y taking it?
The voice in my head wasn’t nice. It was mean. Jealous. Hungry.
Do something. So you’ll be the first person to take his. He’ll be the first to take yours.
I stared at the locked door like it was mocking me. Virgin. Both of us—me because no one else ever measured up, him because… why? Waiting? Picky? Saving it? Didn’t matter. The fact was: untouched c**k, untouched p***y, same house, same night.
My fingers curled into the sheets. I could picture it too clearly, loosening his tie. Me slipping downstairs in this black dress, no bra, no panties, hair messy from crying and wanting. Knocking on his study door this time. Not hiding under the desk. Walk
