1. Bitch, I Love You


    Date: 12/1/2023, Categories: Group Sex Author: bycountdowntolov3 

    ... ended at the science building parking lot. We navigated across it without any more conversation, focused instead on not getting flattened by the late commuters screeching in.

When we were almost at the door, Heather said, "You know I don't actually want-"

"Yeah," I said quickly. "You were just being a bitch."

"Cool."

We beeped our ID cards. The door shut heavily behind us and we took the hallway to class in silence. Awkward silence. Ugh, we were going to stew in this all lecture. You couldn't talk in the back of Professor Snider's class. He was a hard ass.

Through the lecture hall doors, I could see him racking papers. Class was about to start. My opportunity to break the weirdness was closing.

As we squeezed into the hall, alongside the other last minute arrivals, Heather leaned in. "Hey, what do you think about a professor?" she whispered.

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Heather and I talked about normal shit on the way back to my dorm. We weren't even ignoring the threesome topic on purpose. An hour and a half of biochem was just that major of a turn off. It had totally slapped my reset button. My panties were still damp. But now it was in that chill uncomfortable way that makes you walk funny.

"Saw that." I caught Heather slipping out of her own underwear when she thought I wasn't looking. She jammed them hurriedly into her bag, but I still clocked their expansive dark staining. "Throw them on the pile if you want. I'll wash them with my stuff." I waved at my growing ...
    ... mound of underthings.

Heather eyed me suspiciously "You're gonna sniff them."

"Dude, seriously?"

She pulled them back out of her bag and finger flicked them onto the pile. They landed gusset out. Messy. We both studiously ignored them.

Heather sat on my bed. That's where she always sat. Me in my desk chair, her on my bed. I was about to complain—because, you know, no undies—but then she crossed her legs. Suddenly she looked small and vulnerable. Not a look I was used to on her. I let it slide.

"I don't think a professor will work," I said.

Heather looked up at me. A little brightness came back into her. Her blind, almost gold, curls looked a little bouncier. "Because all the hot ones are married?"

"Well maybe," I said. "But you said you wanted us to be like, directors for each other, right?"

Heather nodded.

"Professors are smart," I said.

"Not all of them."

"The ones I'd want to fuck are."

Heather bobbled her head, she was getting it. "They'll have their own ideas. We'll end up doing what they want, not what we want."

"Right. We're trending the wrong way. I think we should go dumber, not smarter." I stopped to consider my friend sitting on the bed. She kept trying to flatten her skirt along her thigs. With her legs crossed, it rode up pretty far. "Assuming you're still in?"

Heather gave me a look like I'd just slapped her. "Of course I'm still in." She gave up on the skirt. Sighed. "I'm just wishing I'd kept my underwear on."

"So put ...
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