My best friend Ada, lounged beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you are exquisitely beautiful." Her eyes were fixed on my phone as she uttered these words. "You should definitely consider sending Everett that photo of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized. I responded with a playful giggle, opting not to share that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't showcase my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of myself positioned against a wall, clad in black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue poking out and my eyes closed. Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?" I raised an eyebrow in response. "What? It wouldn't hurt to provide him with more options to peruse, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand. I stared at the pictures, contemplating
Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen.Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?After deciding to ignore the text, I tur
My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken. They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair. Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him. "Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening." I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me. I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night. When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. William
Mr Williams pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his erection. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my wetness. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His juice sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his juice off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.Someone knocked on my door."How's everything coming along in there?" Dad asked.I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back."It's coming along." Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. "Isn't it, Mila?"My legs trembled as the
Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we'd be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed. I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett's dad. : I have something for you. My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me. : Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I'll give it to you when class is over. I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me. Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many emp
Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.Mr. Williams gazed over at him. "I'll meet you back at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about"-he held up my phone-"this. Don't wait up for either of us."Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other.I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Definitely wasn't.I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.He held up my phone. "Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?" he asked, brow raised."Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you ha
He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. "He wouldn't like that, would he?" When I didn't say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. "Would he?""No," I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn't a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead."We have to stop," I breathed out. "We … we can't …""Do you want your father finding out?" he asked in my ear. "About everything?"I furrowed my brows and shook my head, heart racing in my chest. "No.""No, you don't." He tugged on my hair, fingers still moving fast inside of me. "That's why you're going to take off your pants, sit on this desk, and spread your legs wide for me."After pulling his hand out of my
It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do."You're not finished with your hours for today, Mila," Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend.He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. "Come here."After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn't go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. "What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?" I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn't touched me all week.He hadn't flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and
I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a
The next day, Ada came to the hospital. I could tell she had been crying for a long time. Her face was puffy and streaked and her eyelids were swollen.My heart felt heavy with guilt."I'm sorry, Ada. It was my carelessness that caused everyone to blame you.""Huh? Nobody blamed me. Mr. Williams was there to help me feel better. I was just worried sick about you.”"But Everett seemed so resentful toward you about it. That didn't bother you?"Ada shrugged and stared at the floor. Then she picked her head up and looked directly into my eyes."I have to tell you something," she said. She bit the corner of her mouth, fidgeting."Ada, what's wrong?" I asked.Everett came around the corner just as Ada was about to speak. When he entered the room, she curled back into herself and buttoned her mouth. What was it that she wanted me to know that Everett couldn't hear?"Mila, I'm here to bring you home!" he said excitedly. His words of comfort and energy were exactly what I wanted to he
I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori
Once we were in a more private area, she leaned closer so we could talk quietly."Did Everett say something to you again? I'll kill that bastard," she said, punching her fist into her palm."No, no. This has nothing to do with him. It's something worse than that," I whispered. My lips were trembling as a spell of vertigo hit me. Ada gripped my shoulders, steadying me on my feet."Oh, God. Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face. Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile."Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in.""Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders."They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site."Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly
"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w
Mila's POV::My stomach was in knots, knowing Ada thought of me as a rat. Not only that, but I left her alone, in the middle of the night at a strange place. Then Mr. Williams scolded her; everything was a mess. But none of that mattered because she was my best friend, and I needed us to be okay.Ascending the stairs, I held my breath then softly knocked on her bedroom door."Go away!" she said in a hissing whisper. Sighing nervously, I leaned closer. This was going to be difficult to have a covert conversation through a closed door. What if my parents heard us?"I'm sorry, Ada," I whispered as loudly as I could, "I'm just worried about you. Did something happen? Was Everett there or did he leave you?"As I waited for her answers, Everett sloppily walked up the stairs, expertly inserting himself into our conversation. He leaned against her closed door, forcing me to back up. I plugged my nose as he faced me, waving my hand back and forth."You smell horrible," I complained to hi
Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin
Everett headed toward the exit, his pace hastened with each step. My heart raced, terrified of what he'd find about Mila and his father. With my shoes slamming on the boardwalk, I awkwardly sprinted after him."Just what do you plan to do about it, rich boy?" I asked, panting. There was a bounce in his agitated steps that made it difficult to keep pace with."Shut up, Ada,” he growled. “I know you sent her away, probably on purpose so you could have me all to yourself." He curled his lip at me in disgust. I scoffed."Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, you bastard." I waved my hand at him in dismissal. His glare was stern but then his attention was drawn elsewhere to something in the distance. When I followed his gaze, my throat felt tight when I saw who was there. It was Mila with Mr. Williams!As soon as I noticed, I quickly stepped in front, blocking Everett’s view. Though he was ducking his head and craning his neck to see around me, I made sure he wouldn't get a glimpse, fla
Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate