Chapter 1
MONICA
I buried my face in the sheets, my breath hot and shaky, my body desperate. My hips rocked against the pillow under me, grinding shamelessly, the fabric dragging against my swollen clit. A cry ripped out of me before I could stop it, muffled when I bit down on the sheets. God, I was so wet it soaked straight through, but I didn't care.
"Tony…" I whimpered, clutching the pillow tighter, fucking it harder as if it could ever compare to him. Every rub sent sparks up my spine, every drag of the pillow made me imagine his cock splitting me open. My legs trembled, my ass up in the air as I humped faster, chasing that filthy edge. "God—fuck me, Tony… please, please…"
The sounds spilling out of me were obscene—sloppy, wet, animalistic—but I couldn't stop. My pussy throbbed for him, and all I could picture was his hands pinning me down, his voice rough in my ear, calling me a needy little slut while he destroyed me. Just the thought made my hips buck harder, my moans spilling raw from my throat.
"Yesss—fuck—Tony!" I screamed, riding the pillow like it was his cock, clinging to it with everything I had. The friction against my clit was relentless, the fantasy too vivid—him ramming me from behind, yanking my hair, pounding me until I broke. That thought alone ripped me apart.
My orgasm hit like fire, shaking me violently. I soaked the pillow beneath me, my thighs squeezing it so tight I thought I might crush it. I collapsed forward, panting into the sheets, trembling and messy, my pussy still clenching around nothing.
Sweat slicked my skin, my cheek pressed against the damp fabric as my body twitched through the aftershocks. My voice came out cracked, a broken prayer I couldn't stop whispering—"Tony… Tony…"—like saying his name would somehow summon him to me.
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I sat on the edge of my bed, my thighs pressing together as the memory burned fresh in my mind. That day… the accident in the bathroom. I had only gone in to wash my hands, but the door had been half open. I froze when I saw him — Tony, our quiet, nerdy class rep. Always silent, always serious in class. But that day… oh God, my eyes locked on him. On his cock. It hung heavy, thick, so long it made me swallow hard. Eight feet if not more — at least, that's how my mind kept replaying it. My body had never forgotten.
A whimper slipped out of me before I could stop it. My hand slid down, pressing against my panties. They were already damp, clinging to me, and I clenched them tighter, as if I could hold back the ache growing in my core. I remembered what I had done yesterday — the little lie I told Tony. Pretending I was struggling with mathematics, pretending I needed his help, just so I could come to his house. Just so I could be close to him. If only he knew the truth… if only he knew how badly I wanted him.
The thought made me grind against my palm, a soft moan spilling from my lips. "Tony…" I breathed, my head tilting back. Heat rushed through me. My body couldn't stay still anymore. I pushed off the bed, my legs shaky as I made my way into the bathroom. My skin felt too tight, too hot. I peeled my clothes off, each piece dropping carelessly to the floor until I stood naked, flushed, needy.
Steam fogged the mirror as I turned on the water. I stepped under the shower, letting it cascade over me, but even as it soaked my skin, my thoughts didn't cool. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the tiled wall, imagining him. Imagining Tony's cock in front of me, thick and overwhelming. My hand trailed down my stomach, lower, until I found myself grinding my hips against the slick surface of the bathroom wall, chasing the same friction I'd felt on my pillow just minutes before.
I bit my lip, my breath ragged. Today I'd be at his house, sitting across from him with my books open, pretending to focus on equations while my mind screamed for his touch. My pussy throbbed at the thought, and I knew—I wouldn't last much longer keeping this desire to myself.
I stood in front of my closet, my fingers trembling as I chose what to wear. Nothing felt right, but I wanted him to notice me. I wanted him to feel what I was feeling. Finally, I slipped into a short skirt that barely covered my thighs and a tiny crop top that showed just enough of my stomach to make my skin tingle. For a moment, I held up my panties… then smirked, shoving them into my bag instead. No. Not today. Today I wanted to feel every single movement, every brush of air, every ache.
By the time I slid into the backseat of the taxi and gave the driver Tony's address, my heart was already racing. The car jolted over the first bump in the road and I nearly gasped. My bare pussy rubbed against the soft fabric of the seat, sending a shiver through me. Each dip, each rough patch of road made me wiggle helplessly, my thighs pressing tight together. I bit down on my lip, trying not to moan with the driver only inches away, but inside my head I was already whispering his name. Tony. Tony.
The ride felt endless, every bump a reminder of what I wasn't wearing, every second making my core throb hotter. When we finally pulled up to his street, I fumbled for cash, my hands shaky. I stepped out, smoothing down my skirt, my skin tingling with nerves and excitement. With a deep breath, I called him.
"Hey, I'm outside," I said, my voice thinner than usual.
"Okay, give me a minute," he replied, calm, just like always.
Minutes dragged like hours as I waited by the gate, chewing my lip, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My thighs rubbed together desperately, trying to ease the ache building there. Then the door opened, and Tony stepped out.
My stomach flipped. He looked just like he always did — neat shirt, glasses, serious expression. But my eyes went lower. I froze. His cock was there, straining in his trousers, shifting with each step he took. It wasn't even hard yet, but the way it jiggled made my knees weaken. I clenched my thighs so tight it almost hurt, my lips parting as my breath caught. Heat surged straight to my core, and I had to lock my legs together just to stop myself from trembling.
He smiled faintly when he saw me, oblivious, and all I could do was nod quickly, afraid if I opened my mouth, the moan I was holding back would slip out.