Okay. Yeah, this was the go. This was definitely the go. She was never going to fuck on her back again. Every stroke in her control, depth just right, speed exactly as she liked it, and he was looking up at her with awe, making a sound in the back of his throat that was actually the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. Later she might ask him to make that noise without touching her because she bet it’d make her come all on its own, but right now she was going to have to speed up and let this wave—

‘Yeah, bitch, you really know how to ride a cock. Never ridden one big as this, though, have you? That dripping pussy of yours is gonna get split in two and you’ll still keep going because you can’t get enough—’

She slammed her hand over his mouth. ‘Shut up, you gross shit.’ He bit her palm, but softly. She was so close, if he could just not interrupt she could get there. He kept biting at her hand, which was, as it turned out, even sexier than the throat noise. The sexiest thing she’d ever experienced, in fact. No, wait, this was, his hand suddenly on her clit, applying pressure exactly as she did it to herself when she needed to come fast so she could get to sleep. She pushed her fingers into his mouth and he sucked and bit them while she came as hard as she knew she would as soon as he’d touched her knee for the first time an hour ago. She covered her face with both hands, smearing her cheeks with his saliva.

Made of jelly now, she let him roll over on top of her and finish with a half-minute of jackhammering and fucking-wet-cunt-dirty-whore. He collapsed on her, sweat-soaked and panting, kissing her collarbones and cheeks and eyes. ‘Lena, oh shit, oh Lena, oh shit. Fuck, you’re amazing. Lena. God.’

Back in her room she texted her only real uni friend, Annie:

Wait. What?

Josh T.

Serious? And really

Are you home for once? Im coming over right now

In the first week of classes, Lena had noticed Annie in all of her lectures but one. Not surprising, she realised later, since most primary teaching students had to do all the same first-year subjects. There were loads of them all in the same classes. But Annie was noticeable in a way none of the others were. She looked like a movie star trying to prove her acting chops by playing a disadvantaged, plain teenager. The casting notes would have described the type they wanted for the role as stunning but doesn’t know it. Despite her threadbare clothes and unbrushed hair, she possesses a rare and striking beauty.