The macroeconomics exam felt like a distant echo as I handed in my paper. The shrill, annoying sound of Olivia’s alarm clock still seemed to ring in my ears, but what truly lingered was the ghostly weight of her body on mine that morning. I knew I had done well; the questions fit together with an ease I didn’t deserve, considering how little I had actually studied. But honestly, I had prioritized other things the night before.
I left the classroom and found Nathan sitting on a bench in the hallway, his face lit by his phone screen. He had that look of someone who had just solved a thousand-piece puzzle in five minutes.
“How was the exam?” I asked, letting myself drop onto the bench beside him.
“Way too easy,” he replied without looking up. For Nathan, academics were a walk in the park. He was brilliant—and this time, I knew he was right. If I had spent just one more hour studying, I would’ve aced it. Still, as I packed my things, I smiled to myself. I wouldn’t trade that “marathon” with Olivia for any grade.
Nathan put his phone away and leaned toward me, lowering his voice into a conspiratorial whisper that nearly vanished amid the noise of students leaving their classrooms.
“Hey… what’s going on between you and Olivia?”
“What do you mean?” I tried to keep my voice neutral, but a hint of amusement gave me away.
“Well, you arrived together today. You were… way too close. And she’s been acting like you’re special to her. I’ve noticed it the last few times, Luke.”
Nathan was perceptive—but the truth was that anyone with eyes could tell. Olivia had always been the untouchable “idol,” treating her obsessive male fan club with polite detachment, a glass mask that never cracked. With me, she was real. And that reality was starting to spark dangerous interpretations across campus.
“If I told you, Nathan, you wouldn’t believe me,” I said, teasing him.
“Come on, man, we’re friends, right?” he insisted, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
I leaned closer and spoke softly, savoring the reaction I knew was coming.
“What we are, I still don’t know. But let’s just say I slept at her place last night.”
“I don’t believe it…” Nathan shook his head in rhythmic denial, as if trying to physically reject the information. He knew I wouldn’t lie about something like that, but the reality was too absurd for him to process. Watching his always-expressive face was almost as satisfying as the night itself.
“First Vanessa and now Olivia?” He stared at me in disbelief, as if he were seeing a ghost. “Is there anyone else?”
“Well… remember that childhood friend I told you about? The one who studies nutrition?”
“Sofia?” He rubbed his chin, searching his memory. “Yeah, Sofia. What about her?”
“So… I’m…” I made a quick hand gesture—one hand forming a circle, the other mimicking penetration.
Nathan let out a heavy, almost comical sigh.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Luke? Are you the protagonist of some erotic web novel or something? How is this even possible?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, and for a moment, the honesty weighed on my chest. “But it’s not all sunshine and roses, Nathan. There are a lot of problems behind each of them. A lot of complicated stuff I’d rather not dump on you.”
I placed a hand on his shoulder, and he gave me that crooked smile—the look that said you lucky bastard. At that moment, the classroom door opened and Olivia stepped out. She wore a victorious smile, walking toward us with a lightness that betrayed just how pleased she was. Nathan looked at her, then at me, his eyes silently screaming how lucky I was.
….
Lunch unfolded in a way I never could’ve imagined. Being there with Nathan, Olivia, and Vanessa was a balancing act. The two women had become friends quickly and naturally, bonding over movies and books I hadn’t even realized they had in common. Sofia wasn’t there—she had a meeting for an internship—which gave me a brief respite from the tension her presence usually caused.
After lunch, Olivia and Nathan headed off to their respective departments. I was left alone with Vanessa under the mild midday sun.
“Want to get ice cream?” she suggested, and we went to our usual spot—the same place I’d been with Sofia and with Grace. It felt familiar, almost like a fixed backdrop in my life.
She ordered an Ovomaltine milkshake. I got my classic Ice Blue. As we waited, the silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable, but I needed answers.
“Did you talk about me with Olivia?” I asked, watching her closely.
“Why?” Vanessa narrowed her eyes, holding her straw.
“I think you encouraged her to sleep with me,” I said bluntly. I wanted to understand the dynamic between them. Our intimacy allowed for that kind of direct question.
Vanessa broke into a wide, amused smile.
“Well, I teased her a little, I’ll admit. But I didn’t think she’d have the guts to do it so fast… Wait—how do you know that?”
I stayed silent, simply holding her gaze. Her smile shifted into genuine shock.
“No way… you actually slept together?” She stifled a laugh. “That girl isn’t as innocent as I thought!”
“You’re not upset?” I asked, searching for any sign of hurt. “Don’t you like me?”
“Of course I do,” she replied without hesitation, as if I’d asked whether the sky was blue.
“Then why encourage her?”
“Luke, we’re not dating. And Olivia clearly feels something for you. I told her to sleep with you to mess with her, but the fact that it actually happened… well, it happened.”
Our milkshakes arrived. I took a sip of the icy blue drink while Vanessa reflected.
“Do you plan on dating me, Vanessa?” The question slipped out before I could stop myself.
She took a long sip of her milkshake, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought.
“Well… if my plan to save my dad works out and everything ends well, Luke…” She paused, looking straight into my eyes. “Your relationship with Olivia, with that blonde, or even with the woman who lives with you—I don’t care about any of that. I just want to be by your side, day after day. I just want to be with you.”
Her words knocked the ground out from under me. It wasn’t a declaration bound by traditional monogamy, but it carried a devotion I hadn’t expected. She was embarrassed, yet resolute.
“‘That blonde’?” I asked, trying to process.
“I saw you here last week with a blonde girl with big boobs. Who is she?”
“Sofia. My childhood friend.”
“Are you sleeping with her too?”
“Yes,” I admitted. There was no point in lying to Vanessa. “But my relationship with her is… complicated.”
I opened my heart to her. I told her how Sofia and I grew up together, the distance, her explosive return. I talked about the kidnapping, her possessive feelings, how she seemed to orbit solely around me. Vanessa listened, alternating between shock and disbelief.
“That’s insane, Luke!” she exclaimed. “Why do you stay with her? She kidnapped you! You could’ve gone to the police.”
“I don’t fully blame her, Vanessa. It’s strange, but she does all that because she loves me. She treats me like I’m the most important thing in the world—above her own life.”
“It’s complicated…” Vanessa sighed, absorbing it all.
“And honestly, I don’t know what to do. I get involved with you, I want to help, to fix things… and the feelings get mixed up. I don’t want to hurt any of you.” I sighed, staring at my empty cup. “I don’t want to have to choose.”
Vanessa looked at me with a wisdom that seemed to come from another life.
“Then don’t choose. Stay with all of them. Simple.”
“That’s absurd, Vanessa,” I said with a crooked smile, finding the idea impossible.
“A little. But I’m not giving you up—and apparently Sofia isn’t either. Olivia, I don’t know. I just don’t want to compete. Honestly, after what you told me, I’m even afraid of getting stabbed by Sofia!” she laughed, though there was seriousness beneath it.
Time was running out. We paid the bill and stepped back into the afternoon heat. As we walked side by side toward campus, the tension shifted from emotional to carnal.
“Vanessa, changing the subject… have you ever had anal sex?” I asked, my usual curiosity resurfacing.
She stopped and stared at me, surprised by the sudden boldness.
“I’ve never done it with anyone. I put a toy back there once and… I hated it.”
“Maybe with a man… with someone real, it’d be different,” I suggested, stepping closer.
“I’m not letting you fuck my ass,” she shot back immediately—but there was a spark of challenge in her gray eyes. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Maybe one of the other girls you’re involved with will.”
She sealed the promise with a quick, wet kiss, then waved and walked toward her department. I stood there watching her go, her words—‘Stay with all of them’—echoing in my head like a dangerous mantra.
The hours that followed at the university were a test of patience. Classes dragged on in a slow, monotonous rhythm, professors dumping theories my brain—still processing my conversation with Vanessa and the night with Olivia—flatly refused to absorb. All I wanted was the quiet of my room.
On my way back, I stopped by my favorite bakery. The smell of fresh bread always helped clear my head. I bought a few rolls, and as I passed the dessert counter, I spotted a chocolate cake with strawberries that looked perfect. I immediately remembered that Bianca had demolished the one we had at home the night before, probably taking out her meeting anxiety on it.
When I entered the apartment, the air was thick with the scent of soap and hair products. Bianca had just gotten out of the shower; she wore a silk robe that subtly outlined her perfectly proportioned figure.
“Hey. How did the meeting go?” I asked, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter.
“It went well,” she replied, lightly drying her dark brown hair with a small towel. “The contract is closed. I start filming for the perfume company next week.”
“I’m happy for you. I knew you’d pull it off,” I said sincerely.
She followed me into the kitchen, watching as I unpacked the groceries. I took the cake out of the box and set it on the table.
“I got this for you. I noticed you finished the other one last night,” I commented, glancing at her sideways.
Bianca froze for a moment, staring at the cake. A flash of gratitude crossed her amber eyes, but it was quickly replaced by hesitation. She stayed silent, fingers lightly tapping against the marble countertop.
“Luke…” she began, her voice carrying an expectation she tried to suppress. “You slept at Olivia’s place last night, didn’t you?”
“I did,” I answered without hesitation, holding her gaze. I didn’t need to give details—the tone of my voice and the way I didn’t look away made it clear we hadn’t spent the night just reading economics books.
I saw the exact moment frustration hit her. Bianca bit her lower lip hard and turned her face away, as if the confirmation physically hurt. Her jealousy was a living flame, hard to hide. I took advantage of the moment, stepping closer until I felt the heat radiating from her post-shower body.
I placed my hands on the sides of her shoulders, feeling the firmness of her skin beneath the silk. Up close, Bianca’s beauty was even more overwhelming—her mature features, the expensive perfume, the intense glow of those amber eyes.
“Are you jealous, Bianca?” I teased, lowering my voice to a whisper that brushed against her face.
“Of course not,” she denied immediately, but her shallow breathing and the rise and fall of her chest betrayed the lie.
“That’s a shame…” I continued, lightly sliding my thumbs along her trapezius. “Because I thought you wanted to fuck me too.”
The silence that followed was electric. Bianca stared at me, her resistance crumbling under the physical proximity. Her pride fought her desire for a few seconds—but desire won.
“I do,” she admitted, her voice firm now, charged with restrained urgency.
I smiled faintly, staying calm even though my own body was already reacting to the confession.
“We can fuck, Bianca. But under two conditions,” I said, locking eyes with her.
The atmosphere in the apartment shifted instantly. The tension that had once been fueled by arguments and hostile glances was now purely carnal and strategic. Bianca listened, eyes fixed on mine, processing every word while feeling the weight of my hands on her shoulders.
“The first condition,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady, “is that you keep changing. I want this sweet, gentle Bianca you’ve been showing lately to be the one I see here every day. At least with me, you’ll leave the pride and arrogance behind.”
Bianca swallowed hard but didn’t look away. She seemed to accept that, to get what she wanted, she would have to change almost completely.
“And the second…” I paused, watching her curiosity grow. “I want to have anal sex with you. It’s a curiosity that’s recently awakened in me, and I want to explore it with you.”
Her expression shifted to a mix of shock and apprehension. She bit her lip and looked away toward the kitchen table.
“Luke… I’ve never done that. They say it hurts, that it’s uncomfortable.”
“I have an idea to make sure it doesn’t hurt you,” I replied, sliding my hand up to her face, gently stroking her cheek with my thumb. “If you trust me and accept, I guarantee it’ll feel good.”
She stayed silent for several long seconds, the internal conflict written all over her face. Finally, she sighed and nodded faintly.
“Alright… I accept.”
I leaned in and gave her a lingering peck on the lips, feeling the softness of her mouth. Pulling back just a few inches, I whispered,
“You’re being a good girl, Bianca.”
Her face burned. Color rushed instantly to her cheeks, all the way to her ears. I liked seeing her lose her composure because of me.
“I’m going out quickly and I’ll be right back,” I said, leaving her confused in the kitchen.
I went downstairs, got in the car, and drove to a discreet sex shop I knew. I didn’t hold back. I bought a set of three premium silicone anal plugs, progressively sized—small, medium, and large—along with a high-quality water-based lubricant. The price was steep, but it was worth the investment to guarantee her pleasure—and mine.
When I returned, Bianca was still in the kitchen, finishing a slice of strawberry cake. I sat beside her and placed the bag on the table, explaining my plan.
“The idea is to relax you gradually. We’ll start with the small one, then the medium, and when you’re ready, the large one. Only after that will we use my cock. I want you fully prepared to take me.”
Bianca stared at the items inside the bag, her hand trembling slightly as she held the fork.
“You want to do this… now?”
“Finish eating while I take a quick shower,” I replied, standing and giving her shoulder a light tap. “Then meet me in my room.”
Fifteen minutes later, I was changed and waiting. The bedroom door opened slowly, and Bianca stepped inside wearing only the silk robe, her hair now dry and resting over her shoulders. The low lighting accentuated her curves. She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, her posture a mix of anxiety and surrender.
I looked at her, picking up the bottle of lubricant and the first plug.
“Are you ready, Bianca?”
