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did she deserve this ? she kept thinking about that, straining to pay attention in class afterward. paula couldn’t help but let her gaze drift to her left, to the desk that not ten minutes earlier she’d had jani bent over, panties around her ankles and clothes on the floor, riding out that sweet, exhausting orgasm against her fingers; making her cum all over the desk and floor, lovingly dragging her tongue along her skin. she managed to help clean it up, just barely. comments of someone spilling their soda before class echoed, ‘ the edge of the desk is all sticky, ‘ she couldn’t hide that devious smirk as she took jani’s hand, letting it lay flat against her own thigh. after all that, maybe she deserved her own measure of revenge.
she couldn’t leave that room fast enough, practically yanking jani out of her seat so they could find a more private place to have to themselves. to be honest, she hadn’t really been all that into the sorority scene; she joined kappa more for the connections than she did for everything else. she wasn’t ashamed to say that she wanted to know more people, or that she wanted to go to the parties. didn’t hurt that the girl who sought her out just so happened to be as . . . attractive as she was. that said, as they come across the back door entrance to the delta nu house ( so chosen so the others wouldn’t know she was there, according to jani ) the thought of having the vice president of a rival house eating her out in the shower, fucking her senseless within earshot of sisters who would kick her out for such a deed. the thoughts had her rub herself some, feeling a damp spot between her legs.
their entering jani’s room was immediately followed by the click of a door lock and a muffled slamming sound, jani’s back against it as paula, eagerly anticipating this moment, brought her into another kiss. hands press flat against her ribs, teasing the edge of her uniform, though not quite removing it yet. no, she could feel jani had her own fantasies she wanted to explore. besides, getting her to orgasm like that took work. ❛ you want me to really fuck you . . . ? ❜ she whispered, warm breath blown right into her partner’s mouth between kisses, her hand finally slipping in, worshiping her breast, teasing her nipple until it hardened. the other took one of jani’s hands and positioned it at paula’s belt, dark eyes staring at her. ❛ you gotta’ earn it. ❜
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what a precocious little romeo and juliet game they play ! the thoughts that linger in her mind, of having jani on her hands and knees on her bed, fucking her so hard that she can’t help but scream her name for everyone in the house to hear; of pulling her aside in any number of hallways across campus to let her fingers slip beneath the hem of her skirt, feeling that hot, shuddering moan as she rubs her clit just inches away from a lecture hall filled to capacity with unknowing, ignorant students. maybe the thrill of the audience is what drew them together today; but paula, for one, is no showgirl. if someone’s watching, they better be participating.
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pavlov’s dog is going to have nothing on her . jani can see herself getting wet every time she enters this classroom and sits even remotely close to the desk that she’s bent over . it’s going to drive her insane . to have to sit through this class and not bring herself to orgasm with the memory of paula’s tongue , touch , her dominance . she can already imagine how she’ll get off just remembering this desk . there’s a certain thrill to the knowledge that people are going to sit there every single day and not know that the vice president of delta nu had once been brought to a screaming orgasm on top of it .
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despite the lackadaisical, care - free way paula presents herself, she makes no pretensions about not being a serious student. but now, her lurid desires consummated, she can’t help but feel like each of those three days will be spent seated right at jani’s side, calloused fingertips teasing her thigh, threatening to slip between her legs while the whole class watches her squirm this time; fun as that would be, as exciting as it is, judging by the damp, warm sensation spreading between her own thighs, they both will need to exercise some serious self control. paula, on one hand, could wait until they got home. could jani ?
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she hopes someone is watching . that would be the only thing that makes this illicit encounter better . someone with their eyes glued to the movements of their bodies through the tiny window that allows gazes to enter the classroom . jani has always loved attention . to get off on it … it isn’t that far of a stretch . with all of paula’s attention on her and her fingers slowly massaging at her heated center , well … jani can’t help the noise that escapes her when she arches up against her .
’ how cocky , ’ she murmurs against her mouth as she’s pulled into her lap . the position is comfortable and she rolls her hips downward while she seeks some type of friction . ’ i need proof of your skills . like now . ’ how needy of her , she knows . but she can’t help herself . especially not when she knows that paula will soon oblige her - and she’ll end up bent over the desk with her panties around her ankles . ’ fuck , ’ the word is an exhale as paula laves at her nipple and fingers curl into her dark hair . she’s always been sensitive but whenever a lover takes the chance to worship her breasts ( even if it’s brief ) , it gets her going even more .
the brunette nips at her lip when she’s picked out from the desk . a subtle show of strength that has jani even wetter : she loves power plays . even if she is the loser . ’ you will ? ’ her excitement is overpowering until she’s bent over the desk , practically naked in the middle of the classroom that she has to be in three times a week . ( she’s going to be like pavlov’s dog from now on : every time she enters the classroom , she’ll feel an urge to be bent over exactly like this . the thought both concerns and excites her . ) her touch has her squirming back , pressing closer against the other . it’s really unfair that she’s fully dressed . as she opens her mouth to voice that objection , the only sound that can come out is a moan as her fingers enter her . the stretch is fantastic , something that has her pink - cheeked , open - mouthed . ’ make me cum for you then . ’ still such a smart - ass : even with three of paula’s fingers inside of her .
as she holds the girl close, stripping her uniform away, haphazardly tossing each piece to the side, that strange, dark side of her mind draws her vision too to that glass slit, especially as she pulls jani to her feet. maybe she does want someone to see; some random boy to watch as delta nu’s vice president squirms beneath her hand, taking her fingers and her tongue and, like a good girl, begging for more. a subtle show of power, strength. but she doesn’t perform for the enjoyment of others, stroking jani’s nude skin, she wants her all to herself; nobody else is worthy of watching her coil against the desk, digging into it hard enough to leave marks.
❛ cocky ? ❜ she smirked against jani’s lips for a moment; she could’ve stayed like that for hours; the girl grinding herself frantically against her thigh, holding her close, the taste of her lips. but the more jani spoke, the more frantic paula became. someone had to be shown a lesson. with her bent over the desk, paula’s fingers lovingly stretch jani’s skin with each re - entry, digits occasionally curling inside her as she does so. so exhilarating, seeing her moan against the desk, watching her cheeks go red. leaning over jani’s back, soaking fingers slowly pull out of her body as paula leans over to kiss her; instead, her hand begins vigorously rubbing at her clit, other hand near her mouth, stroking her lips. so needy; truth is, they both needed this.
❛ say my fucking name, ❜ she whispers, her tongue sliding back into jani’s ear as her hand massages that tender tract of nerves; letting her hand free for just a moment, it slowly drags across the flesh of jani’s ass, only to spank her just hard enough to leave a small print behind, slipping right back between her legs; she knew just where to touch, just how hard she needed it . . . but to tell the truth, that helpless look in jani’s eyes, wide - eyed, at her mercy, was doing most of the work for her. ❛ tell me you want me to make you cum again . . . ❜ she whispered, fingers sliding back into her, stretching her pussy just so, just enough to bring her closer to the edge; another warm, passionate kiss.
even now, as the clock ticks down, paula doesn’t seem to notice or care. jani is all that exists, all that matters; the time limit is only an irritant. perhaps she was even growing jealous of her; laying back, letting someone else do the work. ❛ cum for me now . . . and you’ll get to eat me out after class. ❜
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there’s something intoxicating about being this public . she knows the door is unlocked . she can calculate how long it will take for people to start filing in for the next class . and yet still , jani remains . it would be cowardly to move . at least , that’s what she’s using to convince herself to stay . paula is a hunter . and to run in the face of danger ? jani just isn’t that type of girl . maybe she should be though . but those girls rarely get fucked until they scream in the middle of the classroom . and the kind of lives that they lead are boring .
’ i thought you would , ’ she drawls out the words , tongue flicking out to run over her lips while her eyes fixate upon paula’s . the other brunette is the type of gorgeous you see in movies : although they’re almost never doing this . paula’s hand replaces her own as it ghosts up her thigh , scorching heat trailing up as it goes . jani has never felt so warm before from quite so little . but the ensuing arousal has her body reacting to the littlest touches from the other . she is prey now , cornered by the lithe body that’s currently occupying all of her salacious thoughts . it’s hard for her to control herself as paula leans forward . she wants to taste her .
the fantasy is planted in her head and unbidden , a whine escapes her . she already knows that she wouldn’t stop her . hell , all paula has to do is snap her fingers and jani would bend over for her . the brunette can’t even entertain the idea of making her wait because then she’d be making herself wait . and she is anything but patient . ’ – no , ’ she finally murmurs before she surges forward , planting her lips on hers in a firm kiss . maybe she can retain some power here . but with the odds rapidly tilting out of her favor , she doubts it .
like jani, paula has been keeping track of the time; they have a good twenty minutes left until the next class arrives, and even though she hears the footsteps outside, the thought excites her; how she would long to have jani moan her name where everyone could hear her, to fuck her until she left the dripping residue of her orgasm all over the floor, all over the desk for some random student to find . . . she’d already convinced herself the effort was worth it. jani’s hand refuses to block hers and, while maintaining the girl’s gaze, experienced fingers merely slip the yellow fabric of her thong aside, massaging that warm core slowly, threatening to penetrate her as she spoke. but she’d wait.
❛ mmfh . . . didn’ think so, ❜ she whispered, pulling jani into her lap with her other hand as she made the first move. fingertips slowly drifted up her spine as they kissed, paula’s tongue slipping through jani’s lips and for a moment, her hands stopped; only for the two of them to rise up the sides of her body, peeling away the crop top that covered her breasts. so many ideas, so little time, but she couldn’t help but lean forward, allowing her tongue to slowly ravish one of her nipples, enough to make it hard, with one gripping the girl’s ass to keep her steady.
steady enough to help pick her out of the desk, lips pressed back against hers as they stood, only for paula to slowly pull away the mini skirt that hid everything else, slowly breaking their kiss to take a once over again, moving her aside some, just so someone couldn’t be encouraged to watch them. ❛ i’ll go to that party with you, ❜ she whispered, turning jani around only to press her hand to her bare back, bending her over the desk. leaning over, her tongue slipping into the girl’s ear, devilish, three fingers slowly began massaging her folds, her clit . . . before sliding inside, beginning to push in and out. ❛ but you gotta’ cum for me first. ❜
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she’s disturbingly unmoved . jani almost wants to pout . she isn’t using the strongest of her seduction techniques : she’s barely even trying . and yet usually , that’s enough to get the person she wants into her bed . but paula is so … unflinching . her gaze is heated and the girl watches her eyes wander down to beneath her skirt . she’s not wearing her briefs yet . so she knows that paula can see the pastel yellow thong that she has on . she almost regrets not being more of a tease . slowly , jani rests a hand on the inside of her own thigh , stroking the skin there in a bid to draw her attention even more . her hand so close to her ( already ) heated core combined with the steadfastness of paula’s gaze … it has her warming up further .
’ oh yeah ? ’ brazenly , she spreads them wider , trying to seem unaffected by her words . she hadn’t realized she’d been caught out - fuck . ’ i’m sorry . but does this view make it better ? ’ honestly , it makes her chances of getting out of her without being bent over the desk worse . but jani is too prideful to back down now . and then her mouth is over her finger . and the cheerleader can’t think . she can’t think of anything else but of what else that mouth is capable of . ’ aren’t i though ? ’ she really isn’t . fuck . ’ – i want to see you at the next delta party . wearing one of our shirts . ’
how hard it proves to be, trying to seduce the seductress. she doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s watching, especially with jani spreading her legs further, as if it’ll prompt her. paula’s eyes drift up again, that cocky grin still on her lips, fingertips ghosting along her skin, to her kneecap as she threatens to slip her hand beneath her own skirt. that intense stare refuses to relent, leaving jani the sole subject of her gaze, with momentary breaks to let her eyes wander again; oh, she thinks, how sweet you must taste. how many people are outside the door, she wonders; not that she cares, another move and jani’ll be pressed against the wall, paula’s fingers inside her, holding her in place.
❛ it does actually, ❜ she says, still staring into jani’s eyes. she can appreciate a tease, though, so when she opens up, it finally provokes paula to sit up, scooting further between her legs, her own hand sliding jani’s aside as it teases the inside of her thigh. leaning forward, just inches away from jani’s lips, paula’s hand drifts further into her skirt, close enough to her thong that she can feel the heat radiating from her skin. there she stops; she was never all that loyal to kappa anyway, and if it got her into a delta party ? she’d agree. but now, as jani fantasizes, those same soft lips hover over her own, paula’s voice a growling, almost predatory whisper, as if to establish who was truly in control here.
❛ and if i said i wanted to strip that sexy little uniform off you right now, bend you over this desk and fuck you until you just had to beg me to keep going . . . would you stop me ? ❜ that enticing grin, as fingertips tread over the fabric of her thong. ❛ or are you gonna’ make me wait ‘till i get to fuck you raw in your own house ? ❜
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’ too bad it’s too late to actually do it , ’ she replies flippantly . there’s a ghost of a smirk dancing on her mouth as well , especially as she rests her palms on the desk so that she can keep her balance . jani didn’t realize that it was possible to get wet from a look . but the predatory look in paula’s eyes has her clenching her thighs together for the briefest incident before paula is moving them over her own . she is now sitting in a rather provocative position , legs spread akimbo with paula in between them . with the dark head of hair so close by … well , the image is emulating plenty of fantasies that have already played behind closed doors .
’ is that why you were staring at my ass ? ’ she feigns brightly . she doesn’t know if it’s the truth or not . but she’s hoping that she can trip her up . ’ i didn’t know you had the kink , ’ bullshit - everyone has a cheerleader kink , including jani herself . ’ but it can be for you , if you want . the uniform and everything under it too . ’ she leans forward , places a finger on her chin . ’ – with some conditions . ’ because she’s not going to immediately put out : where’s the fun in that ?
what an attitude ! sharp words coaxed a smirk from her lips, easing into her seat, watching jani’s legs press together if only for a moment. calm, unflappable, she radiated a kind of experience that was difficult to pin down; even as jani tried to push her, catch her on her back foot, all paula could do was offer her the barest tilt of her head, eyes occasionally slipping further down, gaze focused on that succulent flesh between her legs, now exposed beneath her skirt, before looking back up. the possibilities echo in her brain, languid desire to splay her out on the desk, slip that uniform from her body, leave her trembling, begging for release. her eyes brighten, penetrating her.
but no, she had to get jani to trip up now. ❛ i wasn’t; i was staring at you trying to keep your legs closed, ❜ she observed with a cool inflection, ❛ and maybe i have a kink for attractive women. sue me, princess. ❜ that lone finger pressed against her chin draws dark, focused eyes up to jani’s face again. it is while holding her gaze that paula slips away only to lean down, soft lips enveloping jani’s finger only to slowly pull away again, tongue circling her lips to reveal that characteristic, seductive smirk. ❛ s’cute when you think you’re in charge . . . but okay, i’ll indulge you. name your price. ❜
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RELIEF COMES IN A TIDAL WAVE once she finds the room empty. still, now that she’s here, she feels … home away from home, almost – - it’s weird, but in a way that’s strangely comforting. thought of her friend missing in action easily slips her mind as curious eyes begin trailing the perimeter, ultimately finding a vague number of books, a lonely mattress, among other things you’d normally see lying around living quarters. eventually do brown eyes stumble upon the dresser, peer into the crack of a drawer from where she stands. there’s a strap - on, another pleasurable toy that appears to be a vibrator of some sort – - swallows down a whole lot of nothing as imagery of she and paula using them together flash like lightning. she bites her tongue so hard it could draw blood, refraining from commenting on it.
seems as if they’re right back where they started ; eyes, lips, everything perfectly aligned. tempted to take advantage of that, alas, her self control continues to hold her back by the goddamn wrists, roughly yanks whenever she considers throwing herself into paula’s embrace. ❛ i’ll think about it. ❜ tone’s nonchalant, masking any shake despite noticeably softened gaze, as if her eyes are trying to convey something which her mouth fails. their proximity again provocative, heart violently drumming within the confines of her rib cage because apparently paula has that annoying affect. finally, she turns on a heel, backside to the other as she heads for the door – - kappa kappa delta’s social chair isn’t here, staying would be pointless. at least, that’s what she attempts to convince herself. and it works until she reaches the open frame, there’s a halt in her step, her figure stills completely … she’ll mutter a spanish profanity neath her breath and out of paula’s earshot as her palm pushes against wooden surface, closing while still inside.
albeit slowly, hesitantly, walls of stone began crumbling the minute she laid eyes on paula during that night at the club. she could feel it and it frightened and excited her all at once and perhaps that’s the reason she’s kept distance. it’s been awhile since she’s felt this way, overwhelmingly sexually and emotionally charged by a single person for so much as merely winking at her, even when touching someone else. can’t take this anymore – - screw composure, screw pride, she wants her. so, so very badly. if it’s only for today, right now, then fine.
❛ i’ve thought about it, ❜ she’ll say, feet guiding her in paula’s direction, hurriedly, any lingering restraint residing within her carelessly tossed away. palms now resting on either side of her cheeks, she concludes, ❛ and i’m interested. ❜ presses soft lips against hers, hungrily nips at the upper – - feels a thousand times better than she could’ve ever imagined. ❛ i’m interested. ❜ she repeats through quiet, breathy exhale, solely breaking their contact to do so.
when rosa’s back turns, her eyes perusing the collection in her night stand, paula stands there in the middle of the room locked in place, paralyzed by the same thoughts; the same debilitating, lurid thoughts . . . pushing her against the bed, feeling her breath against her neck as she spreads rosa’s legs open as far as they can go, feeling her strap slip into her body, the woman’s breast pressed flush against her own. in her own eyes there is a faint show of peril, of intense need; part of her longs to forsake everything she’s ever said about herself and give in, fall to her knees if it meant they could finally break this damned curse. she could just imagine waking up the next morning to rosa’s nude form walking across the room to her mini fridge, promptly returning with a cold bottle of water for the two to share. to hold her so close, to finally be satisfied.
that final denial almost convinces her. almost. watching rosa walk to the door, in the back of her mind paula longed to convince herself to call the entire endeavor a failure, to find a new fixation, something, anything for a sense of relief. she even to a long, eager look at the nightstand in the meantime, at least she did, until she heard the door shut. she turned to look and, as rosa stepped closer, paula matched her. her heart, a hammer threatening to shatter her ribcage whole, nearly suffocating her. she almost didn’t hear her speak, but the sensation of rosa’s lips against her own coaxed a long, pleasured breath from paula’s lips as her eyes closed, arms instinctively pulling the woman closer. oh, that sweet taste, she relented, feeling her tongue slip between rosa’s lips, against her own . . . all her anxieties disappeared. she could feel her lip being pulled back and like that, she was gone.
gone, all to be replaced by the next feeling on her mind; hunger. ❛ it’s about goddamn time. ❜ a dominating presence, with little warning paula pulled rosa right back in, incensed by the taste of her, guiding her back to the door, that rosa could feel what that poor girl felt all those nights ago, paula’s body pressed against her own, lips caressing hers, hands all over her. and they were all over her. what first was simple grew more erratic, hectic, needy. paula’s kiss grew more emotional, her breath uneven and shallow as her hands trailed the open skin of rosa’s stomach. breaking for air, paula watched her with wild eyes as she stripped away rosa’s shirt, only to hurridly pull her bra away, leaving her exposed; the sight provoked another seductive smirk, as she floated back into rosa’s embrace.
❛ god, i fucking need you, ❜ she whispered, breaking the kiss again to press her lips against trembling skin of her neck, lavishing rosa’s throat with her lips, the occasional slow draw of her tongue over hot flesh, a bite or two to leave her mark. ever so carefully, paula’s lips descended down, before fingers that had threatened to rip her jeans off entirely earlier pressed flat against rosa’s stomach, before sliding under her belt and down . . . further down, before she could feel her soaking wet folds beneath her touch. calloused fingertips teased her, stroking at her clit as soft lips finally make their way to exposed breast, tongue sliding out of her mouth to tease the areola, provide a pleasurable bite.
her words come hot, barely formed, needy; ❛ i want you to fuck me. ❜
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‘Btch where are you??’ was a text message sent to her friend a little over fifteen minutes ago, unfortunately still lacking any response. according to her phone, it hasn’t even been opened yet. they were supposed to spend a couple of hours exercising together at the gym, stop for fruit smoothies after. she had genuinely been looking forward to it, so much that she’d found herself pacing the hall of kappa kappa delta, inevitably waiting for an alert from the cellular device. instead, however, she’s caught off guard by someone else – - someone whom she can’t seem to avoid and suddenly it’s almost as if she’s back at the club, filling the space of that random girl pinned against the wall that night.
❛ christ. ❜ she mutters, chocolaty hues momentarily lowering onto threateningly close lips, soon returning to those eyes she thought she had enough of. familiar touch prompts trailing goosebumps along the length of arms, back of her neck. she’s a little surprised to have run into paula here of all places, didn’t quite peg her as the ‘sorority girl’ type. personally, rosalina has zero interest in sororities ; doesn’t prevent her from making friends with members and attending their chaotic parties, though. ❛ you’re right, we do have to stop meeting like this – - you could’ve at least pretended you didn’t see me. ❜ alike a rabbit cornered by a hungry wolf, her tone’s somewhat meek. except, she isn’t afraid, and to be quite frank, she wouldn’t mind if those pearly teeth roughly sank into her flesh.
palm lifts to press against paula’s chest, pushes gently as to guide her backward. remove herself off painted plaster, freeing from the trap. ❛ i’m looking for my friend, naomi. i’m sure you know her. we have plans. ❜ vision soon falls as an unsettling thought creeps in ; the social chair nude beneath messy bed sheets, phone disregarded on the floor. ❛ she’s not … she’s not in your room, is she ? i swear to god – - ! ❜ rosalina ; annoyed / determined, doesn’t allow time for paula to answer and swiftly brushes passed with a nudge of their shoulders, marching toward the only door left open.
have she and naomi fucked before ? hard for her to remember now, when she’s so busy thinking of something else. that softness in rosa’s voice manages to, just for a moment, make paula question her position here; how badly she wanted to be the one to watch rosa break, rest against the wall, invite her in. like breaking down a concrete wall with a golf club. tantalizingly close, enough that she could feel the woman’s breath slip between her lips, in that moment she thought about letting it all go, going for broke, pushing rosa against the wall and consummating what felt like a decade’s worth of tension. but no, the play continues, even as she relishes the force of her hand, imagining it pushing her down against the bed as they frantically pull at one another’s clothes, drunk on her kiss.
she follows behind rosa carefully, wry expression mounting as she pushes the door to her room open, free from one trap only to walk right into another one. allowing rosa to step inside, paula followed and leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, lips pressed together; nothing much of note except a few posters, her clothes ( including her gymnastics onesie ), ungodly stacks of books; biochemistry and molecular biology, the atlas of human anatomy, things that don’t seem to add up to the rough - hewn, short haired girl standing there, watching her. above all, the bed is empty, though her drawer, just barely cracked, reveals a few things … a toy or two, not that paula seems in any rush to cover them up before rosa sees. she simply watch her, hungry, gaze slipping between her and the bed; how easy it would be to peel her clothes away, bend her over the mattress. a soft, almost stuttering breath.
❛ she’s not here, probably fell asleep planning our next formal, ❜ she answered, but the urgency with which rosa wanted to know made her question a few things. she doesn’t keep track of where everyone is, but she could lead rosa up there to see her in person; instead, she takes a couple buttons of her flannel down and steps over, bare feet on the carpet, right back into rosa’s personal space. equal height means their eyes meet effortlessly, and just like she did, paula takes a split second to look at her soft lips, right there, begging to be put to use. how much longer can she stand it ? not much, but she’ll push as far as she can before she has to be the one to give in. something tells her rosa’s own rope is fraying, strand by strand, as she stands there. almost idly, her fingertips drift over the line of rosa’s belt, across the skin of her stomach, eyes refusing to leave hers.
❛ still need a date for that thing, by the way . . . ❜ she looks deep into rosa’s eyes; something in hers, like rosa trying to maintain her strength, longs for her not to leave. now paula remains close to the door, almost begging rosa to close it and slam her into it. anything. fingerip tips beneath her belt, then another, as her head tilts curiously. ❛ if you’re interested. ❜
kappa kappa delta, a decision she made on a whim her freshman year; back then she was convinced that a sorority might help her get to know people. she wasn’t expecting that, by the end of rush, she’d be slipping into the room of the girl who recruited her with such regularity that they almost both got sanctioned for it. still, it was worth it to live in that house; a tall, regally built four story mansion of sorts in the heart of allerton’s campus. it felt odd having her own room for once, after sharing for nearly two years in the dorm system. getting ready for class that afternoon, paula quietly opened her door to the sound of pacing outside, and paused.
what is it about the two of them that made it impossible for them to stop running into each other ? leaning against her doorframe, arms crossed, she let herself watch as rosa paced the hallway, likely looking for a friend of hers who lived there. she’d already gotten partially dressed for the day; tight black jeans and a belt, flannel shirt buttoned up half way over a white tank top. enough that she felt comfortable stepping out of her room completely, to get rosa to stop and notice her. as much as she loved playing around with her, the itch was growing . . . and she was getting tired of the games.
❛ you know . . . ❜ she said, her voice almost a whisper as she stopped rosa in her tracks, using her presence to guide her from the middle of the hallway against the wall. one hand lay flat against the wood at rosa’s left, the other hanging there, paula’s lips curving int that familiar, alluring smirk. ❛ we really have to stop meeting like this. unless . . . ❜ oh, how that free hand ghosted along paula’s thigh again, thumb teasing the girl’s belt. deny it for me, she thought. deny it again, it’ll make fucking you all the sweeter.
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