THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

SHE WAS STRAIGHT UNTIL I KISSED HER 2

Lucinda.

My head felt like someone had thrown a whole damn party inside my skull and forgotten to clean up.

I groaned loudly, rolling over in bed and immediately regretting every shot I took last night. My mouth tasted like regret and cheap tequila. My tight black dress was twisted around my waist like it had tried to strangle me in my sleep. I pushed my wild curls out of my face and sat up slowly, blinking at the sunlight sneaking through the curtains.

“Ughhh… never again,” I muttered, even though I knew that was a lie. I loved a good night out.

That’s when I noticed the bedside table. A plate with perfectly scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast with avocado, and a big steaming mug of what I knew was Trinidad’s special hangover tea. Next to it was a small handwritten note in her neat, slightly messy handwriting.

Drink the tea first. Eat. You’re gonna need it. Gone to school early. — Trini

I stared at the note for a long second, frowning. Trini never left without me. Like, ever. We had this whole morning routine, blasting music, arguing over the bathroom mirror, stealing each other’s clothes. Her leaving without me felt… wrong. Off. Like something had shifted and I couldn’t quite remember what.

I sipped the tea anyway. The warm ginger-mint taste settled my stomach almost instantly. I forced down some food, then dragged myself into the shower, letting the hot water wake me up properly. By the time I was dressed in a cute little crop top and mini skirt, I actually felt alive again.

Surprisingly, the heartbreak from Liam felt… distant. Like it happened to some other girl. That cheating bastard had sent me a video of him f*****g my roommate and thought I’d cry for days. Nah. I flipped my hair in the mirror and smirked at my reflection.

“Next d**k to f**k,” I said out loud, blowing myself a kiss. “And this time I’m choosing somebody who knows what the hell he’s doing.”

The campus was buzzing when I got there. The moment I stepped through the gates I heard the gossip floating around like wildfire.

“Yo, you heard about Liam? Got jumped last night. Broken nose, cracked ribs, black eye. Whoever did it really f****d him up.”

I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing right there in the middle of the courtyard. Served his stupid ass right. I didn’t feel even a little bit sorry. Whoever beat him up… I owed them a drink.

But the rest of the day felt weird.

Trinidad was avoiding me.

I spotted her a few times… that tall, fine tomboy walk, baggy jeans, oversized hoodie, looking fine as hell like always. Every time I tried to wave or walk up to her, she suddenly turned and went the other direction. In our literature class she sat all the way at the back instead of saving me my usual seat beside her. When I tried to catch her after class, she disappeared into the crowd like a ghost.

By the time my last lecture ended, I was lowkey irritated and confused. I walked back to our apartment alone, something I hadn’t done in forever. The silence felt strange without Trini’s teasing voice beside me, making fun of my outfit or telling me some crazy story.

I dropped my bag on the couch and flopped down, staring at the ceiling. That’s when the memories started hitting me like flashes.

Dancing with her. Really dancing. My body pressed up against hers, grinding slow and nasty like I usually did with boys. The way her hands felt on my waist. How she looked at me when I turned around, those dark, intense eyes. Then later… in my room.

Soft lips.

A slow, deep kiss.

Trinidad’s mouth on mine. Gentle at first, then hungry. Her tongue sliding against mine so sensually my stomach had fluttered. The little moan I made into her mouth. The way my body had responded, arching into her without thinking.

I sat up fast, heart suddenly racing.

What the actual f**k?

Trinidad had kissed me. Like… properly kissed me. Not a friendly peck. Not a dare. A real, slow, toe-curling kiss. And the craziest part? I hadn’t pulled away. I had kissed her back.

I’d never questioned my sexuality before. Not once. I loved boys. I loved d**k. Loved the way they grabbed me, f****d me, made me scream. Girls were just… girls. Beautiful, sure, but never in that way. Until last night. Until Trinidad kissed me like she had been waiting years to do it.

My face felt hot. My n*****s were tight under my top. There was a warm, confusing throb between my legs just from remembering her lips.

The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of it.

Trinidad walked in, backpack over one shoulder, looking tired and guarded. The second her eyes met mine, she froze in the doorway.

For a long, heavy moment, neither of us spoke.

I stood up slowly, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My sassy mouth suddenly felt dry. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew I couldn’t pretend nothing happened.

“Trini…” I started, voice softer than usual. “We really need to talk.”