THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

SHE WAS STRAIGHT UNTIL I KISSED HER

Trinidad.

The bass was pounding through my chest like a second heartbeat as I leaned against the VIP section railing, eyes locked on Lucinda like they always were.

She was on the dance floor, wild and free, hair whipping around as she moved. Even drunk, Lucinda danced like s*x on legs. Her tight black dress rode up her thighs every time she rolled her hips, showing off that smooth caramel skin I’d been fantasizing about since we were sixteen. Back then she was just my best friend’s little sister who followed us around. Now at twenty, she was every wet dream I’d never admitted to anyone.

Especially not to her.

I’d been in love with Lucinda since the day she wore that yellow sundress to my sixteenth birthday party. She was straight as an arrow, boy-crazy, hypersexual, and completely obsessed with d**k. I knew that. I’d watched her go through boyfriend after boyfriend for years, smiling and pretending it didn’t kill me every single time. I’d never touched a girl before. Never even kissed one. I was a lesbian, but I was a virgin lesbian all because the only girl I’d ever wanted was the one I couldn’t have.

Until tonight.

Her boyfriend Liam had cheated on her. Not just cheated… he had f****d her roommate in their own bed and sent Lucinda the video like the arrogant prick he was. When she called me crying, I didn’t even think twice. I picked her up, brought her straight to the club to get her mind off it… and quietly sent three of my guys to handle Liam. By now they were probably teaching him what happens when you hurt someone I care about.

Lucinda threw her hands up, laughing as she danced, completely lost in the music and the alcohol. Her body moved like liquid, hips grinding, back arching, t**s bouncing in that tight little dress. I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. Those full, glossy lips that always looked like they were made for kissing. For sucking. For moaning my name.

I gripped my drink tighter, the ice clinking against the glass. My p***y was already wet just from watching her. I’d spent years hiding how badly I wanted her. Years of jerking off to the thought of her face between my legs, her tongue on my c**t, her moaning while I f****d her. And now here she was single, drunk, and looking like pure sin.

She stumbled a little, laughing loudly, then spotted me and waved me over with both hands.

“Trini! Come dance with meeee!” she shouted, voice slurred and happy.

I finished my drink in one gulp and went to her.

The second I stepped onto the dance floor she pressed her body against mine, grinding on me like she did with boys. Her hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, and around my neck. She smelled like vanilla, tequila, and trouble.

“You’re so f*****g hot tonight, Trini,” she giggled, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. “Why don’t you ever wear dresses? You’d look so good…”

I swallowed hard. My hands settled on her waist, my fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips. “You’re drunk, Luci.”

“So what?” She bit her lip, still moving against me. “I’m single now. That bastard cheated on me… so I’m free. Maybe I should try something new tonight.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. She had no idea what she was saying. Or what she was doing to me.

We danced for what felt like hours. Her body pressed tighter and tighter against mine. At one point she turned around and backed her ass up on me, grinding slow and nasty like she was trying to f**k me on the dance floor. I was losing my mind. My n*****s were hard, my p***y soaked, and all I could think about was sliding my hand under that dress and feeling how wet she was.

Eventually she got too drunk to stand properly. I wrapped my arm around her waist and helped her out of the club, into my car. The whole drive home she kept touching my thigh, giggling, telling me how much she loved me, how I was always there for her.

By the time we got to our apartment, she could barely walk. I carried her inside, her legs wrapped around my waist, her face buried in my neck. I laid her gently on her bed, but when I tried to pull away, she grabbed my shirt and wouldn’t let go.

“Stay…” she whispered, eyes half-closed. “Don’t leave me alone tonight, Trini.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart racing. She looked so beautiful like this. Her lips parted, cheeks flushed, hair spread across the pillow. I’d wanted this moment for four years. And now that it was here, I was terrified.

I leaned down slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.

But she didn’t.

My lips brushed against hers softly at first. Just a test. A feather-light touch. She made a small surprised sound, but didn’t move away. So I kissed her again, slower this time, deeper. Her lips were so soft, so warm. I groaned quietly and tilted my head, kissing her properly. Lucinda sighed into my mouth, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck.

The kiss grew hotter. Wetter. I sucked on her bottom lip gently, then slipped my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like tequila and cherry lip gloss. She kissed me back, shy at first, then with growing hunger. Our tongues danced slowly, sensually, exploring each other like we had all the time in the world. I poured four years of hidden love and lust into that kiss. My hand slid down her side, gripping her waist, pulling her closer.

Lucinda moaned softly into my mouth, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Her body arched slightly against mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. I was losing control. My p***y was throbbing so hard it hurt. I wanted to rip her dress off, spread her legs, and devour her until she screamed my name.

But I forced myself to pull back, breathing heavily, forehead pressed against hers.

“f**k…” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Lucinda’s eyes fluttered open for a second, dazed and confused, before they closed again. She let out a soft sigh… and just like that, she was asleep. Passed out cold with her lips still slightly parted and shiny from our kiss.

I sat there staring at her, chest heaving, my entire body on fire.

I had finally kissed the girl I’d loved for years.

And she had kissed me back.

Now what the f**k was I supposed to do?