It started with a casual study session, or that’s what Ayla thought. She sat cross-legged on Jess’s dorm bed, sweatpants riding low on her hips, oversized tee slipping off one delicate shoulder. Her hair was down this time, soft waves framing that sweet, shy face.
Jess pretended to highlight notes, but her eyes kept drifting. The way Ayla bit her pen cap. The little gasps she made when she stumbled over a word. The curve of her waist every time she leaned forward.
“So… you’ve never done anything like this before?” Jess teased, closing her book.
Ayla looked away, blushing furiously. “No… I mean… no. Just once. A kiss. At a party. And I kinda liked it.”
Jess leaned in, close enough to make Ayla freeze. “Liked it enough to think about it later?”
Ayla’s throat bobbed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Maybe. Sometimes.”
Ayla’s knees drew up to her chest, eyes glassy. “God. That sounds… fun. And terrifying.”
Jess tilted her head, reading her. “Are you curious?”
Ayla’s breath caught. She nodded, tiny and honest. “I always wondered. I think I’d like being… you know. Submissive. Someone telling me what to do. Using me.”
Jess’s smirk turned soft. She brushed her thumb over Ayla’s bare ankle. “You ever tell your boyfriend that?”
Ayla’s laugh was embarrassed. “God, no. He’s sweet but so… normal. He wouldn’t get it. I don’t even know how to say it.”
Jess’s grin was wicked now. “Stick with me, baby. You’ll learn.”
They drifted into music. When a new song came on, Ayla stood, hips shifting nervously.
Jess lifted a brow. “You gonna dance for me?”
Ayla bit her lip. “I don’t really dance. Not for people.”
Jess tilted her chin up with two fingers. “Dance for me.”
Ayla giggled, then turned around. The music thumped low. She moved slow, those hips rolling like liquid, her tiny ass bouncing hypnotically. She peeked over her shoulder shyly.
“Holy fuck, Ayla…” Jess whispered. “You don’t even know how hot you are, do you?”
Ayla’s face turned crimson. “Stop…” she giggled, but she didn’t stop moving. Her waist moved in small, tight circles that made Jess’s thighs clench.
“You know what that would do to a man?” Jess murmured, standing behind her, close but not touching. “If you did that on his dick… you’d break him.”
Ayla let out a tiny gasp, eyes fluttering. Her nipples pressed against her thin shirt. She caught Jess’s gaze in the mirror and shivered.
“I want that,” Ayla whispered. “Someday. I want someone to feel me like that.”
Jess kissed her shoulder softly. “You will, baby. On your knees, hips working just like this. Taking what you want.”
Ayla turned, breathless, and flopped back on the bed. She clutched a pillow to her chest, hiding the flush of her skin. “God, you’re gonna corrupt me.”
Jess winked. “Only if you beg me to.”
A soft knock at the door broke the tension. Jess’s roommate, Kate, peeked in, all big eyes and nervous energy.
“Hey… you got my charger?”
Jess’s eyes glinted. “Come get it.”
Ayla sat frozen, watching. Kate crossed the room. Jess grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and whispered in her ear. Kate’s eyes went wide, then her shoulders dropped, instantly submissive.
Jess turned to Ayla, her voice a purr. “Wanna see something, baby?”
Ayla swallowed hard. “Yes.”
Jess pulled Kate to her knees between her spread legs. She shimmied out of her shorts, baring her pussy for both of them to see.
“You want this, Kate?” Jess asked, her voice dark.
Kate nodded, eyes locked on Jess’s wet folds.
“Say it.”
Kate whimpered. “I want it, I want to eat you out.”
Jess grinned. “Good. Make her watch.”
Ayla’s nails dug into the pillow. She couldn’t look away as Kate’s tongue met Jess’s pussy, slow and wet, working up a rhythm. Jess let her head fall back, moaning openly.
“God… fuck… good little bitch…” Jess gasped. She caught Ayla’s wide eyes. “Getting wet yet, baby?”
Ayla’s cheeks burned. She looked away but nodded, breathless.
Jess yanked Kate’s hair, grinding harder. “You see this, Ayla? This is what control looks like. This is how you train a mouth to worship you.”
Kate’s moans turned sloppy, spit and pussy juice mixing on her chin. Jess bucked, thighs trembling.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… Ayla… Ayla baby… I’m cumming. This bitch is making me cum...ohhhhh!”
Ayla squeezed her thighs together, shocked at how hot it was... how much she wanted to see more. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples hard under her thin shirt.
Jess let Kate’s face go, wiping her pussy across her lips one last time. “Get out. Good girl.”
Kate scrambled up, licking her lips, eyes glazed.
Ayla couldn’t stop staring at Jess. “That was… that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jess crawled up the bed, pushing Ayla down playfully. “That was just a taste, baby.”
Ayla’s voice was a hush, like she was confessing to God. “I think I want to watch everything.”
Jess beamed. “Good. Then come see Katherine with me next time. Bring that pretty curiosity with you.”
Ayla nodded, cheeks flushed, thighs trembling.
For the first time, she didn’t feel so shy about what she wanted.
Jess grinned, brushing her thumb over Ayla's ankle. "Stick with me, baby. You'll learn."
Ayla's eyes softened, a small, curious smile tugging at her lips. "Okay... I trust you."
Ayla shivered slightly, anticipation flickering through her. She didn't know what exactly was coming, but she wanted it....
Chapter 23
INNOCENCE AT THE EDGE
Part 1
The Gathering
Jess’s heart pounded the moment she stepped out of the Uber. The loft was tucked away on the top floor of an old brick building downtown. Black windows, tall ceilings, low warm lights flickering behind heavy curtains. Private. Sinful.
Ayla stayed close at her side, her small hand brushing Jess’s. She looked like a guilty angel tonight. A tight little crop top under her jacket, jeans hugging her hips. She smelled like vanilla and innocence. Her cheeks were pink as they walked up the stairs.
“You sure about this?” she whispered.
Jess smirked, squeezing her hand. “Too late to run, baby.”
Inside, the vibe made Ayla’s chest flutter. Exposed brick, velvet couches, flickering candles everywhere. A bottle of champagne already popped on the low table. Katherine looked like a walking wet dream, silky robe half open, long hair in a messy bun.
Marla was barefoot, sprawled out on the couch in a tight black dress, toying lazily with the straps of her thong. And Tommy, tall, lean, watching Jess like he’d devour her right there.
“There’s my girl,” Tommy murmured when Jess stepped in. He kissed her, slow and hungry, a hand on her ass. Ayla flushed at the sight, thighs pressing together. Katherine caught it, smirking.
“Welcome, pretty girl. You look sweet tonight,” Katherine purred, slipping Ayla’s jacket off her shoulders. “Just relax. Watch. Take whatever you want in. No one’s gonna push you, okay?”
Ayla just nodded, voice caught in her throat.
The small talk didn’t last long. The energy in the room was too thick, heavy with want. Marla poured Jess a glass, fingers brushing her wrist. “Been waiting to see you come undone again, wild one,” she teased.
Jess giggled, already shivering inside. She leaned close to Ayla, whispering, “It’s gonna get filthy tonight. Just let yourself feel it.”
Tommy pulled Katherine close, kissing her neck, hand sliding under her robe. Katherine’s eyes fluttered back, soft moan slipping out as Marla slid off the couch to kneel behind her, mouth pressing to the inside of her thigh.
Ayla perched on the arm of the couch, hugging her knees, eyes wide. Her breath was quick, chest rising and falling. She couldn’t look away. Her mind screaming this is wrong while her body pulsed at the idea of being in the middle of it.
Jess moved closer, cupping Ayla’s jaw, making her look her in the eyes. “See how free she looks?” she murmured. “That’s what I want you to feel. No shame here, baby.”
Marla’s voice drifted up, sultry and wicked. “Mmm… she’s dripping already. You taste like sin, Katherine.”
Katherine’s laugh was breathless. She dropped to her knees between Tommy and Marla, looking up at Jess with a dark, hungry smile.
“Stay right there and watch, Jess,” she moaned. “Don’t you dare touch yourself yet. I want you to see how wet you’re gonna get just watching me take them.”
Ayla bit her lip. Her thighs squeezed tighter. Jess could see it... that wide-eyed hunger, that innocence, the way her body begged for permission she didn’t even know she wanted.
Tommy unbuckled his pants. Katherine’s eyes dropped, licking her lips. Marla giggled, tracing her nails up Tommy’s abs before shoving Katherine’s head forward. “Go on, slut. Suck it pretty. Let our little angel here see what a real throat takes.”
Katherine moaned around Tommy’s cock as Marla’s hand slid between her own thighs. Jess’s nails dug into her palm, heat coiling low in her belly.
Ayla whispered, “Is she… does she like that?”
Jess’s breath hitched. “She loves it. She loves being watched even more.”
It was only a matter of time before Jess’s own control slipped.
Ayla’s eyes gleamed in the low light, knees pressed tight...already drowning in the haze of what was about to come.
Part 2 – The Spiral Deepens
The room felt like a furnace, bodies glistening, moans echoing, skin slapping skin in brutal rhythm.
Marla had her mouth buried in Katherine’s pussy while Tommy stood at the head of the bed, thrusting his cock into Katherine’s throat, hips rolling smooth and powerful. Katherine gagged around him, eyes rolling, cheeks streaked with tears, loving every inch.
“Fuck, yes!” Katherine gasped when Tommy pulled out to smack his thick cock against her lips. “Marla, deeper, fuck me with your tongue.”
Marla’s voice was muffled between wet sounds. “Open up wider, bitch, take it.”
Across the room, Jess watched with her legs spread, two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her pussy, mouth open, eyes glazed.
Ayla, in the corner, hugged her knees, stunned, flushed, heart pounding so hard it made her breasts jiggle under her thin tank top.
Jess moaned out loud, louder than she meant to. “Oh my god, look at her, that’s some good fucking, yes baby, take that cock, Katherine.”
Marla popped up for air, mouth shiny with Katherine’s slick. “You hear that, slut? Your girl’s watching you get ruined. Tommy, switch, this pussy needs cock.”
Tommy grinned, grabbed Katherine’s hips, and slid in from behind with a thick, powerful thrust. Katherine screamed, back arching as her ass cheeks clapped so loud Ayla jumped.
Marla crawled over, leaning into Jess’s ear. “You hear that? Your girl’s getting pounded by the man you love. That wetness, listen, bitch, he’s splitting her open.”
Jess trembled as Marla tied the blindfold, her world going dark. But the sounds got louder, the bed creaking, Katherine’s cries, Tommy’s deep growls.
Marla’s hand tangled in Jess’s hair. “Tell us how filthy you are. Confess, bitch.”
Jess’s voice cracked, her fingers working her pussy harder. “I’m a filthy slut, I’d suck his cock clean right now, I’d lap up every drop from her pussy.”
Marla laughed. “More. Go deeper.”
Jess’s breath hitched. “I did it, I took that twelve-inch cock in my ass, fuck, Marla, it ripped me but it was so fucking good.”
Marla paused, eyes wide. “Really, you crazy whore? You actually did it?”
Katherine, face pressed into the sheets, screamed over her shoulder, “She did! She begged for that big cock. Took it like a champ.”
Ayla whispered, hand hovering near her own pussy, “Twelve inches… oh my god.”
Marla grabbed Jess’s face. “Details. Now.”
Jess’s voice went ragged. “He was huge, thick veins, I bent over the bed, inch by inch, I thought I’d pass out, but when he bottomed out I fucking came, like my whole body broke, fuck, I want it again, I want him to rip my pussy next.”
Katherine, getting drilled, moaned out, “Not until you get me that yacht gangbang, bitch.”
Jess moaned, “Say when, say when, I’ll set it up, my pussy for your gangbang, baby.”
Marla slapped her ass. “What else? Let Ayla know how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
Jess went feral. “I sucked off my old professor in his car while his wife was inside grading papers, she almost caught us, his cum dripped on my skirt and I still walked back in like nothing happened, oh god, it was so wrong, but so good.”
Marla looked over at Ayla, who was red-faced, thighs squeezed, her breath stuck in her chest. “You hear that, pretty girl? You see what freedom sounds like?”
Jess let out a ragged moan. “One more, you want shocking? I once let my ex’s best friend fuck me on the same bed while he was passed out drunk, I loved it, the risk, oh fuck, spank me.”
Marla shoved her face between Jess’s legs, licking rough, lips locking around her clit. Tommy, panting, looked over and pulled out of Katherine.
Katherine crawled under Marla, tongue out, burying her face in Marla’s dripping slit. She sucked greedily while Jess screamed into the blindfold.
Tommy grabbed Jess’s hips. “You ready for me, slut?”
Jess’s answer was a breathless whimper. “Yes, fuck me, break me, make Ayla see.”
Tommy lined up and slammed in deep, one savage thrust that knocked the air from Jess’s lungs.
Katherine’s moans vibrated through Marla’s pussy, making her cum hard.
The sounds were filthy, Tommy’s hips smacking Jess’s ass, Katherine’s mouth noisy between Marla’s thighs, Ayla’s shaky breath as she watched.
Tommy growled, “Whose pussy is this?”
Jess sobbed, “Yours, baby, all yours, god, you’re so big, pound me harder, show Ayla what a real man does.”
Katherine lifted her head from Marla’s pussy long enough to moan, “Fuck, Tommy, you’re a beast, ruin her, give her everything.”
Jess’s final confession ripped out in a sob. “I wanna get spit-roasted in a club, strangers watching, cameras out, let them all see this filthy pussy.”
Ayla couldn’t stop the wetness pooling under her, the filth, the trust, the freedom. This is what I want, she thought, someone to break me open like that.
Part 3....
First Taste of Sin
Tommy’s hands slammed into Jess’s hips, driving her down onto his cock with raw, punishing strokes. The whole room echoed with the sharp, wet claps of skin, Katherine’s gasps blending with Marla’s soft moans as she ate her out beside them.
Katherine, still dripping from Tommy’s earlier pounding, was buried between Marla’s thighs, tongue flicking greedily. Marla was a mess, nails raking the sheets, hips bucking against Katherine’s mouth.
Ayla sat near the edge of the bed, her eyes wide, her breath shaky. She couldn’t look away. Watching Tommy own Jess, watching Jess’s eyes roll back from the sheer force of it, it made her thighs press together so tight, her heart thudded against her ribs.
Jess’s voice broke into ragged pleas. “F-Fuck… Tommy… ruin me… just like that…”
She turned her flushed face, found Ayla’s gaze, the shy girl watching with parted lips, her fingers tangled in her lap.
“Oh god… Ayla baby… I’m cumming again… come hold me… come here…”
Ayla crawled closer, trembling, heat between her thighs. Katherine lifted her head from Marla’s pussy just long enough to smirk.
“Smell it all, baby… this is what freedom tastes like.”
Ayla knelt beside Jess, eyes darting from Tommy’s thick cock to Jess’s blissed-out face. Jess grabbed her wrist tight, eyes wild.
“Baby… this dick is heaven… oh god… someday I want you to feel it too, Ayla… you’d look so cute stuffed full…”
Marla’s voice cut through, dark and filthy. “Tell us more, slut. Tell us how fucking filthy you are…”
Jess laughed hoarsely, bucking against Tommy’s relentless thrusts. “Oh, you want dirty? Baby, I want that twelve inches in my pussy next, Katherine… I want to feel it rip me open while Tommy’s cock is in your mouth… watching you choke on him while you take that big dick…”
Marla let out a ragged moan, licking her lips. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Jess turned her eyes on Katherine, panting. “Watching you fuck that night with Jason and Kirk, baby, that was so hot. You got some good fuck that night, you dirty bitch…”
Katherine pulled her mouth from Marla’s pussy just long enough to gasp out, “Mmm, you loved watching me get ruined, huh?”
“I did… god, I’d watch every day…”
Jess rocked on Tommy’s cock, her body trembling. “Give me a fantasy, Katherine, come on, make it filthy, make me cum…”
Katherine smirked, eyes half-lidded. “I have one now… I’d love to have Ayla watch me by herself, just her and me, watch me get fucked senseless… her innocence would send me over the edge… I’d eat her sweet pussy after, lick up all her pretty little wetness…”
Ayla’s cheeks went bright red, but her breath came faster, thighs clamped tight together, her innocence humming like a live wire.
Jess bucked harder, eyes wild. “That’s so fucking hot… oh god… Marla, your turn. Give me a confession, make it dirty, bitch…”
Marla lifted her head from Katherine’s folds, mouth shiny, and laughed darkly. “You wanna hear filthy? I once sucked eight guys off in a jacuzzi on vacation while my man went to book an excursion, then got bent over on the beach by two of them that night. One of those bastards had so much cum, my mouth overflowed, face covered. Still the biggest load I’ve ever seen.”
Jess screamed, thrashing against Tommy’s cock. “Fuuuck, that’s so good… oh god, I’m cumming again…”
Ayla’s eyes were huge, face flushed with that shy, secret thrill. She didn’t even realize her hand had drifted between her thighs, pressing tight.
Jess looked at her, hair wild, eyes wild. “You like that, Ayla? You like these confessions, huh baby? One day you’ll have your own, filthy little secrets to spill…”
Tommy’s thrusts grew rougher, harder, slamming into Jess until the bed creaked. Katherine leaned over Marla, panting, licking up her slick, and purred into Ayla’s ear.
“Don’t be shy, pretty girl. Watch him fuck her. Look at that power. Someday he’ll fuck you like that too, if you’re brave enough to ask…”
Ayla’s thighs clenched. She moaned so softly no one heard.
Jess’s voice was hoarse, raw, the words pouring out.
“Oh my god, Tommy… yes, yes, ruin me… cum for me, baby… Ayla, come taste him before he finishes…”
Ayla’s whole body trembled, but she crawled closer, her big eyes wide as she looked up at Tommy, her voice a shy whisper.
“Can I… taste you?”
Tommy grunted, pulled out, cock dripping. Ayla’s tiny hands wrapped around it, her tongue darting out shyly to taste him, Jess’s slick mixed with his own.
She gave him a few slow, innocent sucks, then giggled, her cheeks blazing red. She carefully guided him back into Jess’s pussy, giggling again.
Jess screamed, “Good girl, Ayla! Look how sweet you are…”
Tommy slammed in, thrusts brutal, unstoppable. Jess shuddered through another orgasm, tears spilling from her eyes.
When Tommy finally pulled out, cock twitching, Ayla’s hands wrapped around him again, this time with zero hesitation. She stroked him slow, then faster, eyes locked on his, worshipful and sweet.
He erupted, thick ropes of cum painting Jess’s back, her ass, her thighs.
Jess moaned, “Yesss baby, give me that cum… Ayla, milk him, baby, drain him for me…”
Ayla’s shy giggle mixed with a soft moan as she squeezed every drop out, licking a bead from her finger, eyes shining with innocence and filthy wonder.
Katherine and Marla pulled Ayla close, kissing her cheeks, praising her like a brand new toy.
“You did so good, pretty girl. So brave. So sweet.”
Ayla giggled, hiding her face, but when she peeked up at Tommy again, her eyes glowed with the same dark hunger that would make her unstoppable.
And with that, her final wall cracked wide open.
Chapter 24
“Her Brave Confession”
Part 1
Morning-After: The Soft Crack
Ayla lay sprawled in her tiny dorm bed, the cheap sheets twisted around her hips like a half-hearted shield. Her phone buzzed on the pillow beside her, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer it yet. Instead, she lay there, wide-eyed and restless, toes curling under the blanket as last night replayed again and again in her mind.
The loft felt like a forbidden dream, a world dipped in candlelight and sweat. Shadows moved on brick walls like they were alive. Jess’s voice, rough, breathless, filthy, still echoed in Ayla’s ears.
Spit-roasted in a club… strangers watching… this filthy pussy…
God. Ayla felt her thighs tighten at the memory, her core clenching with that guilty thrill. She hadn’t even touched herself while it was happening, too shy, too frozen by how real and raw it was. But now, she couldn’t stop.
She had come back to her dorm, slipped under the covers, and let her hand drift between her legs for the first time in weeks, not the shy, quick rub she gave herself in the shower, but deep, messy, hungry. And when she woke up this morning, the hunger was still there.
Her fingers had slipped under her panties before her mind had even fully woken up, chasing every flash of Katherine on her knees, Tommy’s cock glistening under the warm lights, Jess’s filthy praises ringing out like a spell.
She could still feel the way her hips had squirmed on that couch, wanting to rub her clit through her jeans but too afraid someone would notice. Her eyes had locked on Tommy’s rough thrusts, that power she had never imagined wanting. She wanted to drown in it now. She was tired of feeling so damn shy about it.
She finally rolled onto her stomach, propped her phone on the pillow, and opened her chat with Jess. She typed, deleted, typed again, her thumb trembling as she made herself confess.
Hey. I know it’s early. I just… I can’t stop thinking about last night.
She paused, the words blurry for a moment. Her free hand drifted down, fingertips brushing that tender, swollen heat between her thighs. Her cheeks flamed as she typed the truth.
I… I touched myself again. More than once. I keep remembering pieces I didn’t even notice in the moment. And they get hotter every time.
The reply bubble popped up instantly. Jess was always there, like she knew.
Mmm, my sweet shy thing. What parts keep replaying?
Ayla let her eyes drift shut. Her thighs pressed tighter. She typed with her free hand, hips shifting on the mattress.
You. Your mouth. The way you talk. You were so wild. It was like you didn’t care if they heard every dirty thing. You wanted them to.
She let out a shaky breath as she admitted more.
It made me want to rub my clit so bad right there. But I was too scared. I wish I had. I’m so wet just thinking about it now.
She added one last truth, the one that scared her most.
Tommy… God. He was unreal. I can’t stop thinking about how he fucked you. The way he looked at you. I keep hearing his groans. It’s like he’s in my head.
She hit send. Waited. Her heart thudded so loud she could hear it echo in her bones.
Jess’s answer came soft, warm, but edged with that bite Ayla craved.
Good. Let it stay in your head. That’s what freedom feels like, baby. Not shame, hunger. I want you hungry. I want you desperate for more. And you know what? We’ll make sure you get it. But at your speed.
Ayla whimpered under her breath, her fingers pressing harder between her thighs. She needed more. She needed to feel less alone in how filthy her mind was becoming.
She typed it before she could lose her nerve.
I want to learn how to talk like you do. When you say those filthy things, it’s like your whole body loves it. I want that. I’ve been whispering dirty things to myself since. But I choke up. I get shy.
Jess’s next message hit her like a warm hand on her throat.
Then let’s trade, baby. You teach me how to move like you dance and I’ll teach you to confess every filthy thing your sweet mind thinks. Deal?
Ayla’s giggle bubbled out, soft, girlish, but already dripping with that heat she was so afraid to own.
Deal. You’re gonna make me a monster.
No, baby. I’m gonna make you free.
Ayla’s heart felt so full it could burst. One more thought pressed up, shy but impossible to keep in.
Do you think Tommy liked when I tasted him?
There it was, her real hunger.
Jess’s reply was a grin she could hear in her head.
Want me to add you to the group chat? Ask him yourself. Be brave.
Ayla’s hands shook. Her thighs squeezed tight. She bit her lip until it hurt, then whispered the truth to herself. Brave. Be brave.
She hit send.
Yes. Add me. Please.
She pressed her face to the pillow, muffling her shaky laugh and the tiny moan that slipped out when she imagined Tommy’s voice answering her
Part 2 confession.
A moment later, the new chat opened.
Tommy, Jess, Katherine, Ayla
Jess broke the tension first, her tone warm, mischievous.
Look who we have here sweet Ayla. Be nice. She’s braver than she thinks.
Katherine’s name popped up right away, soft but with that edge that always made Ayla’s thighs press together.
Mmm, welcome, pretty girl. You looked so sweet watching us. I could see those wide eyes the whole time.
Ayla’s cheeks burned. Her fingers hovered over the keys. Be brave. She typed.
I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve touched myself to it more than once. It gets hotter every time I remember more.
Tommy’s reply was quick, not filthy, but with that steady heat that always seemed to melt her spine.
That’s good. You’re supposed to. Nothing to be shy about. You were so sweet that night.
Her pulse skipped. Something inside her pushed her further.
She tapped Tommy’s name for a private message. Her chest squeezed tight as she typed.
Did you really like how I sucked you?
It took a moment, then his reply came back, slow, sure, sweet-but-naughty.
Yes. I loved it. You have the prettiest mouth, Ayla. And your eyes. You looked up at me like you wanted to be ruined. Made me cum so hard after.
Ayla’s thighs clenched. She blushed, typing back.
Really? I thought I looked silly.
No. You looked perfect. You made me lose it. You should see your face when you’re brave, baby. It’s beautiful.
She squealed into her pillow and flipped back to the main group, heart hammering.
The scene I can’t stop thinking about was Jess in that blindfold. The way you talked so dirty, Jess. It was so hot. I got more turned on every word.
Ha! You like my filthy mouth, huh? It’s my special talent. Want me to teach you?
I’d love that. I’ve been whispering things to myself since. It makes me so wet.
Good girl. You teach me to dance, I’ll teach you to be the filthiest shy girl alive.
Ayla’s hands shook as she typed her next confession.
Katherine. You looked so beautiful while you were fucking. You’re like art. I couldn’t stop staring.
Mmm, baby. Thank you. That means so much. You should see how I look up close when I’m really getting pounded. You’d love it.
Ayla’s breath caught. She slipped into Katherine’s private messages, pulse racing.
I’d love to watch you. Just you. I think I could learn a lot.
Anytime you want, baby. Just say the word. Knowing your pretty eyes are on me would make me even filthier.
Really? I’d love that. It’s such a turn on.
Back in the main chat, the praise came gentle but sure.
Look at you, Ayla. You’re opening up already. So proud. See? No shame. Just say it when you want it.
You don’t have to hold back, Ayla. We’ll never judge you. We like you just the way you are, sweet and a little dirty under it.
Ayla’s thumbs hovered. Her pulse thundered. She felt her belly clench as her last little bravery poured out.
I’m so horny now. I keep picturing Tommy’s cock. I’d love to taste him again. Soon.
For a moment, the group fell silent, then three replies hit at once.
Mmm, baby. You’ll get your taste. We’ll make it happen.
Anytime you want, pretty girl. Your mouth is always welcome.
Good girl. Keep being brave. I love this side of you.
Ayla pressed her thighs together, biting her lip, that shy, secret giggle bubbling up in her chest.
Ayla stared at her phone, still buzzing from the last brave message she sent. A new text came in.
Jess texted, We should get out this weekend. Just you and me relaxing somewhere pretty.
Ayla smiled, then chewed her lip. Eric is going to want to come this weekend, she typed. He’s been weird since the loft. I don’t think he’ll let it go.
Another bubble appeared. Jess wrote, That’s fine. We’ll keep it light. Lake bar on the edge of town. String lights. Music. You’ll look gorgeous.
Katherine chimed in a moment later. I’m out of town this weekend. Sorry, baby. Rain check. Make her shine for me.
Ayla hesitated, then sent, Okay. I’ll come. If Eric tags along, he can do his own thing. I’ll do mine.
Tommy finally replied, short and warm. I’ll be there.
Jess sent one more message. Wear something that makes you feel brave.
Ayla set the phone on her chest and stared at the ceiling, heart thudding. Brave, she whispered. Okay.
Part 3
The Lake Party: Ayla’s Slow Burn
The lakefront bar sat on the far edge of town, half dock, half dance floor, strung with warm bulbs that glowed like fireflies in the dusk. Music pulsed out over the water, low and sticky-sweet. It was the kind of place where secrets went to get drunk and sunburned and begged to be remembered the next morning.
Jess was the first to arrive with Ayla in tow. Ayla’s breath caught when she caught her reflection in the window. For once she didn’t look like the shy girl in baggy sweats. Her hair was brushed out in glossy curls, tumbling down her shoulders. A tiny crop top clung to her soft curves, showing just a hint of that flat belly and the teasing lines of her abs. Tiny shorts hugged her peach-round ass, denim tight enough to ride up when she walked.
She looked good. She felt it too, even if her hands shook a little when she adjusted her top.
Jess saw it all. She slipped her arm around Ayla’s waist, leaning in close so only she could hear.
“You’re turning heads already, baby,” she teased.
Ayla giggled, tugging at her shorts self-consciously. “Stop… I feel so naked.”
Jess smirked. “Good. Let them look.”
Inside, Tommy waited by the railing, one forearm propped against the wood beam, beer bottle in hand, eyes on the water like he owned the whole night. He turned when they stepped up. That easy grin. The way his eyes dragged over Ayla made her stomach dip: hot, sweet, and so, so dangerous.
Eric shuffled awkwardly behind them, his hand tight around his drink. He wore his discomfort like a bad cologne, the nerdy boyfriend no one really saw except as Ayla’s unnecessary shadow.
Tommy greeted Jess first, pulling her in by the hips, kissing her deep and slow, just enough to make Ayla’s thighs squeeze together. Then his eyes found her, softer now, but no less heavy.
“You look incredible tonight,” he said. Calm. Confident. Like he knew she’d melt for it.
Ayla ducked her head, cheeks warm. “Thank you…” she said, her voice like spun sugar.
Eric muttered something under his breath but no one caught it. Jess was already tugging Ayla closer, pressing a cold drink into her hand.
“Relax,” she whispered against Ayla’s ear. “Just watch. Just feel.”
Later, the music swelled up, something with a slow, thick bass. The dock lights turned golden, shadows dancing on bare shoulders and lake water. Jess grabbed Ayla’s hand, pulling her toward the packed floor.
Tommy stayed back at first, arms folded, watching them from the railing. His strong chest in a tight black tee, summer tan deep, veins coiling down his forearms. The girls on the dock pretended not to look, but they all did. Ayla saw it, felt the weird pull in her belly.
She leaned into Jess’s side. “They’re staring at him,” she whispered.
Jess laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Of course they are. Look at him, he’s a walking fucking fantasy.”
Ayla’s eyes lingered on him, tracing every line, the slope of his shoulders, the way his eyes pinned her in place even from across the dock. The butterflies in her belly burst wide open.
Jess spun in front of her, grabbing Ayla’s hips, pulling her close so their thighs brushed. Ayla squeaked, giggling, but she didn’t back away. Jess’s lips brushed her ear: “Dance with me. Show him how sweet you can move.”
The beat dropped. Ayla hesitated only a second, then let herself go. It started slow: her hips rolling side to side, small, teasing circles. She felt the eyes on her, not just Tommy’s, but the strangers around them, men and women alike. It made her dizzy. Wet.
When her eyes flicked up, Tommy was leaning against a post now, arms still crossed, watching her with that dark hunger that made her knees feel like sugar. Jess’s grin was wicked when she saw it.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” Jess murmured, spinning behind her now, hands skimming Ayla’s waist. “Give him a show.”
Ayla sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She moved slower, hips rolling like water, that secret dancer self flickering to life. When she caught a glimpse of a girl on the dock staring at Tommy like a snack, something in Ayla flared hot.
She danced bolder, back arched, little waist winding. Jess’s laughter in her ear was half praise, half dare.
“Look at him,” Jess teased. “God, he’s hypnotized.”
When Ayla peeked back, Tommy was no longer leaning. He was standing straight, jaw tight, beer forgotten. Their eyes met: a spark that felt like a match in a dry field.
And she fed on it. She turned around, facing him fully now, and let her body do what it knew best: slow, sinuous sway; that innocent face paired with a roll of her hips that was anything but. She brushed her hands down her own sides, over the curve of her thighs.
The people around them faded. There was no crowd anymore, just Ayla’s pretty, soft body, moving like she wanted to be watched. And Tommy. Watching like he could eat her alive.
Jess nudged her forward, and Ayla drifted, step by step, until she was close enough to touch him. She pressed her hands to his chest, giggling shyly when his hands fell to her waist, strong and warm.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear, his voice so low she shivered.
“You keep moving like that, baby, and you’ll get exactly what you want.”
She giggled again, but her eyes were full of fire now. She let him turn her, pull her back against his front, his hands splaying over her belly, down to the swell of her hips. She felt him, the weight of him, the promise of what that cock would do to her. Her breath hitched.
Jess joined them, pressing up against Ayla’s other side. Her hand slid down Ayla’s thigh, nails dragging softly. “Look at you, sweet girl. Look at you.”
From his perch at a side table, Eric sat frozen, eyes wide behind his glasses. He looked so small. So out of place. He watched his shy girlfriend, the girl who once flinched if he kissed her neck in public, grinding slow and sinuous between a man built like a sin and a girl who made filth look like art.
He tried to look away. He couldn’t.
When the song slowed, Ayla didn’t even realize how close she’d gotten to Tommy’s ear, how her lips brushed his jaw when she whispered: “I want you to watch me all night.”
He squeezed her hip. “I am.”
Her eyes dropped, just for a second, to the bulge straining against his jeans, thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.
She licked her lips.
When they pulled apart, Jess wrapped an arm around her shoulder, kissing her hair.
She caught Tommy’s eyes one more time, and her shy little smile said everything.
The lake party buzzed around them, heat and glances making Ayla’s pulse race. Tommy had booked a hotel just in case they needed a place to crash if they got too drunk, though mostly it was for him...college and distance made moments like this rare.
Jess nudged Ayla as they walked to the car, whispering teasing things that made her shiver. Eric trailed behind, stiff and silent, holding his drink like it could protect him.
By the time they checked in, the tension from the dock hadn’t faded. Ayla perched on the edge of the couch, heart pounding, as Tommy leaned in close and Jess slid beside her. Eric sank into the armchair, unsure, watching, as the night shifted from playful to something far more dangerous.
Part 4
The Sweetest Fall
The hotel room felt too small for the heat building in Ayla’s chest. She perched on the edge of the couch beside Jess, her bare knee brushing Tommy’s thigh. The denim of his jeans was warm under her skin. Her pulse thudded so loud she wondered if Jess could hear it.
Eric sat stiff in the single armchair across from them, shoulders hunched, beer half-finished. He barely spoke all night, just watched her, watched Tommy, like a deer caught between fear and fascination.
Ayla licked her lips. Her voice was so soft it almost died in her throat. “Tommy… um… can I… see it? Just for a second?”
Tommy smiled, that slow, calm, powerful smile that made her thighs squeeze tight. “You wanna see my cock, sweet girl?”
She nodded, shy but trembling with want. “Please. Just… I want to know what I’ve been dreaming about.”
Eric barked a laugh, bitter, raw. “Ayla. Really? Right in front of me?”
She turned her head, cheeks flushed pink, but her voice didn’t waver. “Eric… you said you’d always let me try what I wanted. Didn’t you? So sit there. Watch me be brave for once.”
Her hands trembled as she reached for Tommy’s belt, breath catching when her knuckles brushed the heavy outline straining his zipper.
Tommy watched her like a king watching a gift unwrap itself. “Go slow, pretty girl. Take your time.”
She freed him, thick and half-hard, already hot in her palm. She gasped softly, fingertips tracing a vein, eyes wide like she was studying forbidden art.
“Oh… oh my god…” Her voice cracked into a giggle. “It’s so… big.”
Tommy’s low chuckle made her belly flip. “Not scared, are you?”
She shook her head. “No… just… excited.”
Eric exhaled, voice dripping acid but tinged with want. “Ayla… you said look. That’s not just looking.”
She turned, a shy smile curling the edge of her lips. “Then close your eyes. Or watch. But I’m not stopping.”
She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over Tommy’s tip. She kissed it once, a feather-soft peck that made Tommy’s hand drop to her hair.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Taste it.”
Her lips parted, wrapping around the thick crown, careful and gentle, like her first forbidden lick of ice cream on a hot day. She moaned, surprised at how good it felt, how powerful.
“Mmm…” She pulled back, breath shaky. “Eric… did you see? He’s so warm. I like it.”
Eric grunted, shifting uncomfortably, his own cock a dull ache in his jeans. “Fuck… Ayla, you shouldn’t. I hate this. It’s… fuck, it’s so hot, but it’s wrong.”
She giggled, soft and girlish, curling into wickedness. “Is it? Or is it just what I need?”
She licked Tommy again, slower, bolder, tongue tracing the slit. “This is what a real cock feels like, Eric. It’s thick… heavy… real.”
Tommy stroked her hair back, voice velvet-dark. “Open wider, baby. Don’t be shy.”
She did, slipping him deeper this time, eyes fluttering shut as her tongue danced under his shaft. The wet sounds made Eric squirm. Ayla popped off with a gasp, cheeks pink, lips glossy.
“Mmm… it fits my mouth so well, doesn’t it?” she said dreamily. She looked over at Eric, knuckles white on the chair arms. “You don’t fuck my mouth like this, baby. You never did.”
Jess let out a low, approving hum. “God, look at her. She’s perfect.”
Tommy guided her down again, his hips rolling just a little, feeding her inch by inch. Ayla moaned, gagging softly, then giggled as she pulled back, spit clinging to her chin.
“Eric…” Her voice was a sweet whimper, dripping poison. “You hate it, huh? But you can’t look away.”
He snapped, voice raw. “It’s fucked up, Ayla. I hate it. But I’m… fuck.”
She laughed again, soft and vicious, before wrapping her lips around Tommy, sucking deeper. She popped off with a filthy slurp. “I love it. I love how big he is. I want to serve this dick… make it feel good… make it claim me.”
Eric groaned, shame painting his cheeks red.
She stroked Tommy with both hands, slow twists, tongue flicking over the crown. “This is the cock you submit to, Eric. You know that, right? This is the cock I dream about when I finger myself in bed next to you.”
Tommy’s voice rumbled low. “You feel so good, sweet girl. You’re gonna make me cum so hard.”
Ayla moaned, rolling her hips, other hand slipping under her tiny shorts, fingers buried in her dripping pussy. “Mmm… yes… god… I want you to ruin me, Tommy. Twist me up like a pretzel… hammer me until I cry.”
She turned her head, hair falling over one eye, mouth still full of spit and filth. “Eric, baby… you can stay if you want. But soon I’m gonna give him this pussy too. And I don’t think you can stop me.”
Eric whimpered, humiliated and painfully hard.
Ayla dove back down, moans muffled around Tommy’s cock, hands working him harder, faster, sloppy. “Mmm… fuck… you taste so good, Tommy… fill my mouth, baby… make me swallow it all…”
Jess egged her on, proud purr. “Do it, baby. Be the good girl you want to be.”
Ayla trembled, fingers fucking herself harder as Tommy pulsed against her tongue.
Tommy let out a low growl, hips rocking shallowly. “Open up, pretty girl… here it comes.”
He erupted, thick, hot ropes splashing her tongue, dripping past her lips. Ayla moaned, swallowing greedily, letting some spill... milky stripes on her chin, chest heaving.
She looked at Eric through half-lidded eyes, a sweet, ruined angel with a devil’s smile. “This is me now, baby. Watch me bloom.”
Ayla let Tommy slip from her lips, cheeks flushed, chin shiny with spit and cum. Breath trembling, she guided his thick shaft along her cheek, smearing the warmth across her flushed skin like she was marking herself. She giggled shyly, eyes fluttering. “Mmm… so warm… I love how it feels on my face…”
Tommy’s grin softened into pride, hunger, possession. He brushed his thumb across her sticky lips, coaxing her to open for one more taste. “You’re a good girl, Ayla. So sweet. So brave.”
Ayla moaned, nuzzling the tip against her jaw, leaving faint trails of his release. She breathed out, voice trembling, eyes locked to his.
“My feet on your shoulders soon… this deep in me…” she whispered, giggling through her shyness. “I’m yours to do what you like.”
Tommy’s fingers slid into her hair, tilting her chin up. “Really, pretty girl?”
Ayla shivered, still rubbing his cock along her cheek. “Yes… yes, it’s yours. More than perfect for my pussy…”
Eric let out a broken sound, half choked, half aroused, watching his sweet girlfriend glow with filthy submission. Ayla just turned her head, licking the tip again, claiming him with one last shy swirl of her tongue.
Jess slid behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. “Look at you, baby… so sweet, so filthy. I’m so proud of you.”
Ayla giggled, soft, dizzy, a little shy again as the haze faded. She nuzzled her face against Tommy’s cock one last time, purring to seal her promise.
“Next time…” she breathed, eyes locked on his. “Next time… I want it all.”
Eric sat frozen, drowning in shame and arousal. Jess stroked Ayla’s hair like she’d been crowned. Ayla, sticky, trembling, glowing, had never felt more alive.