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It was technically true. Owen was in my class. He was teaching said class, but that’s semantics.
“Picture?” she asked frantically.
I shook my head.
“I don’t have a picture of him.”
“Girl, I need a picture! What’s he like? Is he a good kisser? Good in bed?”
I choked on a laugh.
“Those are awfully personal questions,” I told her. “I kind of want to keep this close to my chest for now.”
A naughty grin spread over her lips.
“So he can suck on your boobs?”
I rolled my eyes and stood, then made my way to the bathroom to clean up.
Owen and I had done it against the table by the front door on the way out of the house that morning, so I knew I smelled of sex.
“I need more, Mia!” Clea shouted at me while I closed the door.
I enjoyed a hot, steamy shower and gently cleaned the soreness between my legs. The ache reminded me of every thrust and pummel he'd given me, and that led to all the moments where our mouths battled each other, tongue and lips and moans. I remembered his hands gripping my hair and stroking the insides of my thighs as he devoured my womanhood whole.
If I’d thought he was Adonis in bed before, once he’d let himself have me, he was Eros incarnate the moment he loosened his grip around his propriety. The man was wild and intense, and all male in a way I’d never envisioned myself with. It was…incredible.
I found my fingers lazily stroking my beat up clit, thinking about the man, but a sharp knock on the door woke me from my day dream and hurried me out.
I had classes to get to, but I really just needed a couple hours of sleep.
“Girl, you’re going to be late!” Clea called through the door.
When I got out, Clea was already pulling on a sweater and gathering her backpack.
“You better hurry and get dressed or we’ll be late,” she told me.
I shook my head.
“I’m not going to History of Economics today. I need a nap, and my next class isn’t for another couple hours.”
Her lips turned into another naughty grin.
“Sure. I’ll bring you notes.” She flicked her hair around as she hurried out the door.
The room was especially quiet when she left. It felt a little eerie.
Knowing I needed some sleep, I dragged on some shorts and a tank top, then crawled into bed with a long sigh of relief. Eyes closed, I drifted into sleep almost immediately, only to be awoken by my phone.
I groaned, letting out a faux sob of frustration as I grabbed my phone, still charging on my side table, and pressed the green answer button, followed by the speaker button.
“Hey honey,” Mom called happily through the phone.
I bit back another cry and tried to sound happy to hear from her.
“Hey Mom, what’s up?”
“I’m calling between your classes, right? I struggle to keep up with your free time every semester.”
