THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

SHE WAS STRAIGHT UNTIL I KISSED HER 3

Trinidad.

“Trini…” Lucinda said, voice softer than usual but still carrying that sassy edge. “We really need to talk.”

My heart dropped straight into my stomach. I was standing in the middle of our shared bedroom, still holding my backpack, trying to act normal even though my palms were sweating. And now she was looking at me like she remembered everything.

I swallowed hard. “What’s up?”

She crossed her arms under those big, full perky t**s, pushing them up even more in her tight crop top. “Don’t play dumb. You kissed me that night. And you’ve been avoiding me like I have some disease ever since. What the hell, Trini?”

Fuck. There it was.

I dropped my bag and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with both hands. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “It was a mistake, Luci. You were super drunk, emotional about Liam… I got caught up in the moment. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Lucinda stared at me for a long second. I saw something flash in her eyes… hurt? Confusion? Disappointment? It was gone so fast I wasn’t sure. She let out a little laugh, the bubbly one she always used to cover s**t up.

“Okay,” she said, shrugging like it was nothing. “It was just a drunk kiss. We’re good. No big deal, right?”

“Yeah,” I forced out, smiling even though it hurt. “No big deal.”

But it was a big f*****g deal.

From that night on, everything felt different.

Lucinda started keeping more to herself. She still smiled and joked around, still called me “Trini bear” sometimes, but there was a wall now. And at night… she went out hunting.

Almost every other night she’d get dressed up in those tiny slutty dresses that barely covered her fat ass and those big bouncy t**s. She’d spray on that sweet vanilla perfume, blow me a kiss, and leave. Then she’d come back hours later with her hair messy, lipstick gone, thighs probably sticky with some random guy’s c*m.

It was killing me slowly.

I’d lie awake in bed, listening to her soft moans through the bathroom door when she got home and fingered herself thinking about them. I wanted to be the one making her sound like that. I wanted to spread her thick thighs and bury my tongue deep in her p***y until she was crying my name and squirting all over my face.

Instead I was stuck jerking my c**t raw in silence while she got f****d by d**k after d**k.

Weeks dragged by like this.

Tonight was no different.

I was sitting on the bed pretending to scroll through my phone when Lucinda came out of the bathroom in a tiny red mini dress that looked painted on. Her big perky t**s were spilling out the top, n*****s faintly visible through the thin fabric. The dress barely covered the bottom of her ass. She looked like pure s*x.

God damn… look at those f*****g t**s, I thought, my p***y instantly getting wet. It's so big and full. I want to bury my face between them. Suck on those pretty brown n*****s until they’re swollen and she’s grinding her wet p***y on my thigh begging me to f**k her. I want to slide three fingers deep inside her tight straight cunt and make her squirt like a broken faucet while she screams my name.

I clenched my jaw, trying to push the nasty thoughts away.

“You sure you don’t wanna come with me?” Lucinda asked, twirling so the dress rode up and showed the bottom of her ass cheeks. She gave me that bright, flirty smile. “It’ll be fun, Trini. I need my favorite wing-woman.”

I shook my head, throat tight. “Nah. I’m tired. Got some assignments.”

She pouted those glossy lips for a second, then shrugged. “Okay. Don’t wait up.” She winked at me and strutted out, heels clicking, hips swaying like she knew exactly what she was going to get tonight.

The second the front door closed I let out a shaky breath. My body was burning. My small perky t**s felt heavy, n*****s rock hard. My p***y was soaked, c**t throbbing painfully. I was sad and horny and jealous all at once, a sick mix that made me feel disgusting.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stripped right there, dropping my hoodie, sports bra, and shorts on the floor. My small perky t**s bounced free. I walked naked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the hot water.

I didn’t touch myself. I refused. Because the only person I wanted to c*m thinking about was currently out there getting her p***y pounded by some random guy.

I closed my eyes, water running down my body, trying to calm down.

Then I heard the front door open again.

My eyes snapped open.

What the f**k? She just left ten minutes ago…

The bathroom door creaked open.

Lucinda stepped inside, she was still fully dressed in that tiny red mini gown, t**s spilling out, heels still on, looking confused and a little nervous.