Chapter 5: Emily
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, golden streaks across the quad as Holly stepped out of the sorority house, her heels clicking against the cobblestone path. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves and distant bonfires, but beneath it all, there was something else—something electric, something *alive*. She could feel it in the way her pulse quickened, in the way her fingers twitched at her sides, restless with anticipation.
Beside her, Jack smirked, "You sure about this, Holly?" He asked “you said this girl, Emily, is super shy. Is she really goi g to go for this?” Jack asked, his voice low as they walked across campus. The evening air was cool, the scent of fallen leaves and distant bonfires lingering in the air. Holly’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag, her pulse quickening as she glanced at Jack. His dark eyes were fixed on her, his smirk playful but there was something else beneath it—something hungry, something *knowing*.
“She’s shy, yeah,” Holly admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But that’s exactly why she needs this. She’s been hiding behind her books for too long. It’s time she learned how to *live*.”
Jack’s smirk deepened, his fingers brushing against hers in a slow, deliberate caress.
“And you’re going to be the one to teach her, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it—something that made Holly’s breath catch in her throat.
Holly swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze. “That’s the plan,” she said, her voice steady despite the way her stomach fluttered. “But I’m not doing it alone. You’re helping, remember?”
Jack chuckled, his fingers tightening around hers. “Oh, I remember,” he said, his voice dripping with dark promise. Soon they arrive at Emily’s door and Holly knocks, a six pack of hard apple cider in hand. The door opens and Emily stands there in a baggy sweatshirt and leggings, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. She looks surprised to see Holly and Jack standing there. “Holly! What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice soft and hesitant.
Holly grins, holding up the cider. “We brought drinks. Thought we could hang out. It’s been forever since we’ve caught up.”
Emily hesitates for a moment, glancing back into her dorm room. “I was just studying…”
Holly steps forward, her voice firm but warm. “You *always* study, Em. Come on.
You deserve a break." Holly pushed past her into the room, Jack following close behind. The dorm was small but cozy, books and notebooks scattered across the desk, a half-finished essay open on the laptop. Emily hesitated in the doorway, her fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her sweatshirt.
"You didn't even knock," Emily muttered, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
"Because you wouldn't have answered," Holly said, flopping onto the bed. She patted the space beside her. "Sit. Drink. Relax. You’re not allowed to study tonight. This is my friend Jack. He’s a physics nerd but he’s cool.”
Jack grinned, holding out a bottle of cider. “I promise we won’t bite. Much.”
Emily hesitated, then took the drink, her fingers brushing against Jack’s. A faint blush crept up her neck as she sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, her legs tucked beneath her. “I don’t usually—”
“Drink? Hang out? Have fun?” Holly interrupted, popping the cap off her own bottle with a sharp *click*. That’s why we’re here.”
Jack stretched out on the floor, leaning against the bed, his eyes flicking between the two girls as they catch up. Jack learns they were in Girl Scouts together as kids. Holly and Jack exchange a knowing glance.
“So, Emily,” Holly said, her voice low and teasing as she leaned in closer. “Tell me, when was the last time you did something *fun*?”
Emily hesitated, her fingers tightening around the bottle of cider. “I—I don’t know. I’ve been busy with school.”
Holly smirked, her fingers tracing the rim of her own bottle. “That’s what I thought. You’ve been *too* busy. And that’s not healthy, Emily. You need to *live* a little.”
Emily’s cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between Holly and Jack.
“I—I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, but the way her fingers tightened around the neck of her bottle betrayed her. She was nervous. Excited. Curious.
Holly leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I mean *sex*, Emily. When was the last time you had *real* sex?”
Emily’s breath hitched. She glanced at Jack, who was watching her sympathetically . “I—I don’t—” she stammered, her face burning. “I’ve never had sex. I’m too awkward and shy. No one wants to have sex with me.”
Emily’s voice was barely a whisper, her fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her sweatshirt. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with years of insecurity.
Holly’s expression softened, and she reached out to squeeze Emily’s hand. “That’s not true, Em. You just… need some coaching. We’re here to help.”
Emily’s blush deepened, her eyes flicking between them. “I—I don’t know…”
Holly leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“That’s why we’re here. To help you *unlock* that side of yourself.”
Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the neck of her bottle. “I don’t know if I can—”
“You *can*,” Holly said firmly. “And you *will*. Because we’re not leaving until you do.”
Jack smirked, stretching his arms behind his head. “Besides, Emily, you’re *way* too cute to be this nervous. You’ve got that whole ‘innocent schoolgirl’ thing going on. Guys *love* that.”
Emily’s cheeks burned. She whispered, “I… I’ve never even had an orgasm.” Emily’s voice was so soft, so vulnerable, that Holly’s heart ached for her. She reached out, cupping Emily’s cheek in her palm. “That’s why we’re here, sweetheart. To make sure you experience *everything* you’ve been missing.”
Jack extends a hand to Emily and asks her to lay down on her bed. He then goes to her dorm room door locks it, and motions for Holly to stand next to him. “Emily, can we show you how? How to have an orgasm?” Jack wraps his arms around Holly caressing her for Emily to see.
How to have an orgasm?” Jack asked, his voice low and smooth. “We can show you how to touch yourself, how to make yourself feel good. You deserve to know what that feels like.” Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the neck of her bottle. “I—I don’t know…” she stammered, her cheeks burning. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to—”
Holly leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s why we’re here, Emily. To show you.
We’re going to show you how to touch yourself, how to make yourself feel good. You deserve to know what that feels like.” Jack’s voice was low and smooth, his fingers slowly pulling Holly’s skirt up, revealing a lacy black thong.
He then pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. “See Emily, this is how wet a woman gets when she’s turned on. This is how wet you should be when you’re really feeling it.” Jack’s fingers slid down Holly’s stomach, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Holly’s breath hitched, her hips bucking against his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh fuck, Jack,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need.
“You’re making me so wet.”
Emily’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as she watched, her fingers digging into the comforter beneath her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination. She had never seen anything like this—never imagined a woman could look so *wild*, so *uncontrolled*, as Holly did right now, her hips bucking against Jack’s fingers, her thighs trembling with every slow, deliberate circle of his thumb.
This is what you should feel like when you’re *ready*,” Jack growled, his fingers glistening with Holly’s juices as he pulled them away from her pussy just enough to let Emily see. The air smelled like sex—sweet and musky, thick with the scent of arousal. Holly’s thighs trembled, her hips jerking forward, desperate for more friction. “Oh fuck, Jack, don’t stop—” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Jack smirked, his dark eyes locked on Emily as he pushed two fingers deep inside Holly, his thumb still circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. “You see that, Emily?
That’s what happens when you let yourself go,” Jack murmured, his voice rough with lust as he fucked Holly with his fingers. “That’s what you’re missing. That’s what you *deserve*.”
Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in the sheets as she watched Holly’s thighs tremble, her hips bucking against Jack’s hand. The sight of it—so raw, so *real*—sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. She could feel herself getting wet, her panties dampening as she watched, her nipples hardening beneath her sweatshirt.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her fingers tightening in the sheets as she watched Holly’s thighs tremble, her hips bucking against Jack’s hand. Holly locks eyes with her just as Holly’s orgasm hits her.
Her body convulses, her pussy clenching around Jack’s fingers as she screams her release. Her juices gush out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. The sight of it makes Emily’s breath hitch, her fingers digging into the comforter as she watches, her own pussy throbbing with need.
Holly slowly walks over to the bed and kneels beside it, gently placing her hand over Emily’s hand, slowly guiding it to Emily’s pussy. "Feel how wet you are, Emily. That’s how turned on you are. That’s how much you want this." Emily’s fingers trembled as she touched herself for the first time, her breath hitching at the sensation of her own wetness. Her panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips, her clit throbbing beneath her fingertips.
Jack takes a seat at her desk, keeping his distance, not wanting to spook Emily as Holly guides her to explore herself fully for the first time.
“That’s it, baby,” Holly purred, her voice low and soothing as she guided Emily’s fingers in slow, deliberate circles over her clit. “Feel how good it feels when you touch yourself. You deserve this, Emily.
You deserve to feel this pleasure, to let yourself go, to *finally* experience what your body is capable of." Holly's voice was a low, sultry whisper, her fingers still guiding Emily's in slow, deliberate circles over her clit. The bed creaked beneath them, the scent of arousal thick in the air—sweet and musky, the sound of Emily's ragged breathing filling the room.
Emily's breath hitched as she felt the first real spark of pleasure, her fingers trembling against her own wetness.
The sensation was electric, her clit throbbing beneath her fingertips, her pussy aching with need. She had never touched herself like this before—never *allowed* herself to feel this way. But now, with Holly’s voice guiding her, her body responding in ways she never imagined, she couldn’t stop.
Emily whimpered, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, her fingers moving in slow, hesitant circles. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in her belly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Oh—oh fuck—" Emily gasped, her fingers moving faster now, her hips bucking up to meet the pressure of her own touch. The sensation was overwhelming—her clit throbbing, her pussy clenching around nothing, her juices dripping down her thighs in hot, sticky trails. She had never felt anything like this—never imagined her body could *respond* like this, so *wild*, so *uncontrolled*.
Holly’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against Emily’s ear. "That’s it, baby," she purred, her fingers still guiding Emily’s in slow, deliberate circles. "Let yourself go. Let yourself *feel* this.
Let yourself *cum* for the first time in your life, Emily. You deserve it."
Emily’s world exploded as her first orgasm rocketed through her body.
Her back arched off the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as her pussy clenched around nothing, her juices squirting out in hot, sticky waves. The sensation was overwhelming—her clit throbbing, her nipples hardening, her entire body trembling with the force of her release.
“Oh fuck—oh fuck—” she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure ripped through her. Her thighs trembled, her hips bucking up to meet her own touch, her fingers still rubbing slow, desperate circles over her clit.
Holly leans down and hugs her in a tight embrace. “Thank you for sharing that with us. Thank you for trusting us,” Holly whispered, giving Emily a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“Now, let’s make sure you never forget this night.” She glanced at Jack, who had been watching the entire scene with a hungry smirk. His cock was already straining against his jeans, the outline of his thick shaft visible through the denim. He licked his lips as he stood up, his eyes locked on Emily’s flushed face.
Emily’s breath hitched as she saw the bulge in Jack’s pants. She had never seen a man so *obviously* turned on before, and the sight of it sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs. Her fingers still trembled against her own wetness, her panties soaked through with her juices.
Holly sits on the bed next to Emily and gently pulls Emily’s legs open as Jack kneels on the floor between them. Holly whispers to Emily, “if you think touching yourself feels good, wait until you feel someone else do it to you.”
Jack begins to kiss her inner thighs, licking streaks of her earlier release from her skin and slowly moving towards her pussy.
His tongue flicks out, tasting her, and Emily gasps at the sensation. The heat of his mouth against her skin is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She can feel her pussy throbbing, her juices already dripping down her thighs, her body aching for more.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Jack growls, his fingers digging into her thighs as he spreads her open, his tongue flicking out to taste her again. The sensation is overwhelming—his tongue is rough, desperate, licking and sucking at her pussy like a man starved.
His fingers dig into her thighs, holding her open as he devours her, his tongue swirling around her clit in slow, deliberate circles before plunging deep inside her, fucking her with his tongue in hard, punishing strokes.
Jack groans against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. His tongue is relentless, fucking her with deep, hungry strokes. Holly whispers in her ear, “reach down and grab his hair. Pull him in to you. Demand satisfaction. Tell him what you want.” Holly’s voice was a low, sultry command, her breath hot against Emily’s ear. “Tell him to make you cum.”
Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Jack’s hair as she pulled him closer, her hips bucking up to meet his tongue. “Fuck—yes—just like that,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Eat my pussy, Jack. Make me cum all over your fucking face.” Emily’s voice was a desperate, trembling command, her fingers tightening in Jack’s hair as she pulled him deeper against her. The words shocked even herself—she had never spoken like this before, never *demanded* anything—but the pleasure was too overwhelming, too *necessary*, to hold back. “Make me cum, Jack. I want to cum all over your fucking face.”
Jack groaned against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body as his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her open as he devoured her, his tongue flicking and sucking at her pussy like a man starved. The sensation was too much—her hips bucking up to meet his mouth, her fingers twisting in his hair, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck—" she cried out, her body tensing as her second orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her juices squirting out in hot, sticky waves, coating Jack’s face in her release. He groaned against her, licking up every drop, his tongue swirling through her folds as she rode out the aftershocks.
Holly watched with a satisfied smirk, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Emily’s thigh. "That’s it, baby," she purred. "Let him clean you up. Let him worship you like you deserve." Emily’s chest heaved, her skin flushed and damp with sweat, her fingers still tangled in Jack’s hair. The sensation of his tongue against her oversensitive flesh was almost too much, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. The way he lapped at her, groaning like he was starving, sent fresh waves of pleasure through her body.
Holly coaches Emily, “always make the guy get you off first. Always. If they do a good job, then you can give them a reward.” Holly pulls Jack toward her and begins to caress the bulge of his pants. “Did Jack do a good job? Does he deserve a reward?” Holly asks in a sinister tone.
Does he deserve a reward?” Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers still trembling against Jack’s scalp as she watched Holly’s hand stroke the thick bulge in his jeans. The sight of it—so *obvious*, so *urgent*—sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs. She had never seen a man so *hard*, so *desperate* for her, and the realization sent a thrill through her body.
“Y-yes,” Emily stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “He did a good job. He deserves a reward,” Emily whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and arousal. Both Emily and Holly sit up, their feet over the edge of the bed. Holly has Jack stand directly in front of them, her fingers working the button of Jack’s jeans open before sliding the zipper down with a slow, deliberate rasp. The sound filled the room, thick with anticipation. Jack groaned as she freed his cock, the thick length springing out, already dripping with pre-cum. The sight of it—long, thick, veins bulging along the shaft—made Emily’s breath hitch.
She had never seen a cock this close before, never imagined one could look so *alive*, so *hungry*. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, a thick bead of it clinging to the slit before dripping down the shaft. Jack groaned as Holly wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb swirling through the mess, smearing it over the head in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Look at that, Emily,” Holly purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “This is what happens when a man is *really* turned on.
This is what you do to him, Emily,” Holly murmured, her fingers tightening around Jack’s thick cock, stroking him in slow, deliberate motions. The wet sound of her hand working his shaft filled the room, thick and obscene. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, dripping down his length in slow, sticky trails. Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached out, her fingertips brushing against the velvety skin of his shaft. The heat of him, the way he pulsed in Holly’s grip, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
“You can touch him,” Holly encouraged, her voice low and sultry. “He won’t bite.
Well, not unless you want him to,” Holly teased, her fingers still stroking Jack’s cock in slow, deliberate motions. She had never touched a man like this before—never *allowed* herself to feel this way.
Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around Jack’s thick shaft, her thumb swirling through the sticky pre-cum glistening at the tip. The heat of him, the way he pulsed in her grip, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She could feel herself getting wetter, her panties dampening as she stroked him, her fingers moving in slow, hesitant circles.
“That’s it, baby,” Holly purred, her voice low and soothing as she guided Emily’s fingers in slow, deliberate circles over Jack’s cock.
“Feel how hard he is for you. He wants you so bad, Emily. He’s *aching* for you.” Emily’s breath hitched as she felt the thick, velvety heat of Jack’s cock in her palm. The way it pulsed under her touch, the way pre-cum glistened at the tip, sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs. Her panties were soaked, her pussy throbbing with need.
Jack groaned, his hips bucking forward into their combined grip. “Fuck, Emily,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You’re killing me.”
Holly continues to coach Emily, “if it’s too dry you can spit on it,” she says, then spits on Jacks cock, stroking it in, “or if you really want to drive him wild..” Holly gives Jack’s cock a long wet lick.
“or if you really want to drive him wild, you can use your mouth.” Emily’s breath hitched at the sight of Holly’s tongue swirling around Jack’s cock. The way her lips wrapped around the thick shaft, the way she sucked him deep into her throat, sent a jolt of heat straight to Emily’s core. She had never seen anything like this—never imagined a woman could look so *filthy*, so *uncontrollable*, as Holly did right now, her cheeks hollowed out as she bobbed up and down, her fingers digging into Jack’s thighs.
“Do you want a turn, Emily,” Holly said, pulling back with a wet *pop*. “It’s OK if you just want to watch.” Holly says, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “But if you want to try, you won’t regret it. I promise.” Emily’s breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at Jack’s cock, glistening with Holly’s saliva, the thick veins pulsing under the skin. Emily leaned forward, tentatively at first and took him into her mouth.
The taste of him was salty, musky, with a hint of Holly’s sweetness still lingering on his skin. She swirled her tongue around the thick head, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. Jack groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to let him slide in further. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock pulsing against her tongue, the way he filled her mouth so completely, the way his hips bucked up to meet her every movement.
“Fuck, Emily,” Jack growled, his voice rough with need. “Just like that, baby.
Fuck, your mouth is so fucking perfect,” Jack groaned, his fingers tightening in Emily’s hair as she worked her lips up and down his shaft. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the room, her tongue swirling around the thick veins of his cock as she took him deeper with every bob of her head. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, mixing with her saliva, making everything slick and filthy.
Holly watched with a wicked grin, her fingers trailing down her own body, slipping beneath her skirt to tease herself. “Look at you, Emily. You’re such a good girl,” she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. Holly took off her top, her glorious tits perky and ready. “When he’s ready to cum, have him cum on my tits.” Holly whispered in her ear.
“When he’s ready to cum, have him cum on my tits.” The command sent a fresh wave of heat through Emily’s body. She could feel Jack’s cock twitching in her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair as he fucked her throat with shallow, desperate thrusts. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hips bucking up to meet her every movement, his cock pulsing against her tongue.
“Fuck, Emily,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.” The words sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
She could feel Jack’s cock swelling in her mouth, the thick veins pulsing against her tongue as he fucked her throat with shallow, desperate thrusts. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair as he held her in place, his hips bucking up to meet her every movement. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard. I’m gonna cover your tits in my cum. Just like Holly said.”
Emily’s pussy throbbed at the thought, her own juices dripping down her thighs as she worked her lips up and down his shaft.
Jack’s cock pulsed against her tongue, his fingers tightening in her hair as he fucked her throat with shallow, desperate thrusts. “Fuck, Emily—” he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her every movement. “I’m gonna cum—” His cock swelled in her mouth, the thick veins pulsing against her tongue.
Emily pulled back with a wet *pop*, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum as she stroked Jack’s dick aiming it towards Holly’s tits.
With a ragged groan, he erupted, hot cum shooting in thick, sticky ropes across Holly’s tits, splattering against her skin in thick, creamy streaks. Holly moaned at the sensation, her fingers pinching her nipples as she arched her back, her body trembling with pleasure as Jack’s cum dripped down her chest.
The sight of it—so *filthy*, so *uncontrollable*—sent a fresh wave of heat between Emily’s legs. She had never seen anything like this, never imagined a woman could look so *wild*, so *unhinged*, as Holly did right now, her skin flushed, her lips parted in a moan, her fingers digging into her own flesh as she rode out the aftershocks of Jack’s release.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Holly purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she swirled her fingers through the sticky mess on her chest. She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Jack," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. She turned to Emily, “lick some off me Emily. You need to know what cum tastes like.”
Holly’s voice was a low, sultry command, her fingers still glistening with the sticky remnants of Jack’s release. The scent of sex hung thick in the air—musky and sweet, the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room. Emily hesitated for only a second before leaning forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty, creamy residue from Holly’s skin.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Holly moaned, her fingers tangling in Emily’s hair as she guided her tongue lower, licking up every last drop. The taste of Jack’s cum was thick on her tongue—bitter and salty, with a faint metallic tang that made her pussy throb with need.
Emily had never tasted anything like it before, never imagined she’d be *wanting* to taste it. But the way Holly moaned beneath her, the way her fingers tightened in Emily’s hair, the way her hips lifted to meet her tongue—it was intoxicating.
“Fuck, Emily,” Holly gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re such a good girl. Such a *filthy* good girl. Now tell us, is there a guy you are interested in? Someone you can try your new skills on?”.
Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she licked the last of Jack’s cum from Holly’s skin. The taste lingered on her tongue—salty, thick, and *wrong* in the best possible way. Her pussy throbbed, her panties soaked through, the scent of sex clinging to her skin like a second layer.
She hesitated, her cheeks burning. “There—there *is* someone,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “His name is Daniel. He’s in my chemistry class. He’s… really smart. And cute. But he’s always so serious.
I don’t think he’d ever look at me like that.”
Holly’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she sat up, the last traces of Jack’s cum still glistening on her skin. She reached for her phone, fingers flying over the screen. “Oh, Emily, you sweet, innocent thing,” she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “You don’t know how to *make* a man look at you like that. But we do.”
Jack, still catching his breath from his own release, smirked as he leaned against the wall, his cock still half-hard, slick with Emily’s saliva. “Daniel, huh? The chemistry nerd? I’ve seen him around.
He’s got that whole quiet, brooding thing going on. The kind of guy who looks like he’s solving quantum physics in his head while everyone else is just trying to figure out how to open a beer can,” Jack said, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned forward, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “But you know what they say about the quiet ones, right?”
Holly chuckled, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on Emily’s thigh. “They’re the ones who *need* it the most,” she finished, her voice low and teasing.
“And Emily, you’re about to give it to him.”
Emily’s cheeks flushed, her fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her sweatshirt. “I—I don’t know if I can—”
“You *can*,” Holly said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. Because we’re not leaving until you do.”
Jack stretched his arms behind his head, his smirk deepening. “Guys *love* that.” He hands Emily her phone. “Text him right now. Tell him to come over. Tell him you have something you want to teach him.”
Emily’s fingers trembled as she took the phone, her breath hitching at the thought of what she was about to do. The screen glowed in the dim light of the dorm room, the keyboard waiting for her to type. Her thumb hovered over the keys, her heart pounding in her chest.
**Emily:** *Hey Daniel. I need to show you something. Come to my room. Now.*
She hit send before she could second-guess herself, her stomach twisting with nerves. Jack and Holly get dressed. Holly gives her a hug and holds her shoulders as she talks.
“when he gets here, kiss him passionately, throw him on your bed, and sit on his face. If he makes you cum, return the favor. If not, throw him out.” Holly says with a giggle. “You got this! Text me if you need advice and to let me know how it goes.” Holly said with a wink. She and Jack left Emily’s dorm room, the door clicking shut behind them. The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of what Emily had just done pressing down on her like a physical force. She stood frozen in the middle of her room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.
The seconds ticked by like hours. She paced the length of her small dorm room, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The scent of sex still lingered in the air, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that made her skin tingle.
Emily’s fingers trembled as she smoothed down her sweatshirt, her mind racing with what she had just done—what she was about to do. The dorm room felt too small, too quiet, the weight of anticipation pressing down on her chest. She glanced at her phone again, the screen dark, no response from Daniel yet. Her stomach twisted with nerves.
Then—three sharp knocks at the door.
Emily’s breath caught. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before crossing the room in three quick strides. Her hand hovered over the doorknob, her pulse hammering in her ears. *This is it.* She turned the knob and pulled the door open.
Daniel stood there, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind. His eyes widened when he saw her, his gaze flickering over her face, her lips still swollen from kissing Jack, her skin flushed from the heat of the room.
“Emily?” he said, his voice low, hesitant. “You texted me?”
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the doorframe. “Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I did. Come in.”
Daniel hesitated for only a second before stepping inside, his shoulders brushing against hers as he passed.
outside Jack and Holly sit on a bench outside Emily’s dorm. Before they left Jack cracked her window open slightly. He looks up and spots it, pointing it out to Holly. “If things go well, we should be able hear” he giggled.
Jack leaned back on the bench, his arm draped around Holly’s shoulders as they sat outside Emily’s dorm. The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant bonfires. The quad was quiet, the last of the students filtering into the library or their dorms, leaving the bench secluded in the shadows of the old oak trees. Holly smirked, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Jack’s thigh. “I hope she doesn’t chicken out,” she mused, her voice low and teasing. “But if she does, we’ll just have to *remind* her what she’s capable of.”
Jack chuckled, his fingers tightening around Holly’s waist. “Oh, she won’t.
Not after the way we left her,” Jack said, his voice thick with dark amusement. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Holly’s ear. “She’s got that look in her eyes—the one that says she’s *done* pretending to be shy.”
Holly laughed softly, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans. “Mmm, I love it when you’re right,” she purred. “But let’s make sure we don’t miss a thing.” She tilted her head toward the slightly cracked window above them, where the faintest murmur of voices drifted out.
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**Inside Emily’s Dorm Room**
The door clicked shut behind Daniel, and the air between them thickened with unspoken tension.
Emily’s fingers trembled as she leaned against the door, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. Daniel stood in the middle of the room, his backpack still slung over one shoulder, his dark eyes flicking around the space—lingering on the rumpled bedsheets, the half-empty bottles of cider, the faint scent of sex still clinging to the air.
“So,” he said, his voice low, hesitant. “What did you want to show me?”
Emily swallowed hard.* She pushed off the door and stepped toward him, her bare feet silent against the carpet.
The air between them crackled with tension, thick and electric. Daniel’s gaze flicked down to her lips, then lower, taking in the way her sweatshirt clung to her curves, the way her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard and begging for attention. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his fingers tightening around the strap of his backpack.
Emily stopped just inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. She could see the pulse fluttering in his neck, the way his dark eyes darkened with something primal, something hungry.
"You wanted to show me something?" he repeated, his voice rougher now, lower.
Emily exhaled, her breath warm against his chest.
"I wanted to show you *this*," she whispered, her fingers trembling as she reached up and cupped his face. His stubble scraped against her palm, rough and real, grounding her in the moment. Before he could react, she pressed her lips to his.
The kiss was electric.
Daniel stiffened for a split second before his hands flew to her waist, pulling her flush against him. His mouth opened under hers, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, deep stroke that made her knees weak. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper. His hands roamed lower, gripping her ass through her leggings, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
She could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, straining against his jeans. Emily broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "strip and lay down on the bed. Now." She pulled off her clothes as he did the same. As soon as he laid down on the bed she was straddling him, her glistening pussy hovering above his face. “Make me cum Daniel”
she demanded, her voice dripping with filth and confidence. “Make me cum like a good boy and I’ll let you fuck me.”
The mattress creaked under Daniel’s weight as he lay back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His cock, thick and flushed, stood straight up from his body, veins bulging along the shaft, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Emily stood over him, her bare feet planted on either side of his head, her pussy hovering just inches above his face. The scent of her arousal filled the air—sweet and musky, the tang of her juices making his mouth water.
Daniel’s hands shot up to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her down onto his face. His tongue flicked out, tasting her for the first time, and a guttural groan tore from his throat.
“Fuck, Emily,” he growled against her pussy, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt straight to her clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She moaned, her hips rolling instinctively as his tongue swirled around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The heat of his mouth was overwhelming—his lips sealing around her swollen flesh, his tongue flicking and sucking like a man starved.
**outside on the bench**
Holly and Jack look up. The sound of Emily’s moan was unmistakeable. Jack and Holly look at each other and smile. They hear Emily’s moans coming from the slightly cracked window above them. Jack leans in closer to Holly and whispers in her ear, “She’s doing it. She’s really fucking doing it.” Holly’s eyes gleam with dark amusement as she watches the window. Her phone buzzes with an update from Emily.
She reads the text out loud for Jack to hear. “He’s eating my pussy like a good boy. I’m gonna let him fuck me after.”
Holly read Emily’s text out loud, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. Jack’s cock twitched in his jeans, already half-hard again at the thought of what was happening just above them. He leaned in, his breath hot against Holly’s ear, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist.
“We did a good thing today.” Jack said. “ Now let’s go back to the sorority house. There are bad things I want to do to you…”
Holly whispers in Jack’s ear as they walk away from Emily’s dorm.
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**Inside Emily’s Dorm Room**
Emily’s fingers tangled in Daniel’s hair, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles against his face. His tongue was relentless—flicking, swirling, sucking at her clit like a man possessed. The wet, sloppy sounds of him eating her out filled the room, mixed with her breathless moans and the creak of the bed beneath them. “Don’t stop, Daniel.