sierra
“So,” Heather hummed once I walked out of class, “tell me all about it!”
She usually waited for me every night outside the Cathedral of Learning—or Cathy, as we called it—so we could walk back to the apartment that her parents, thankfully, paid for. I was so grateful for them, especially after what had happened with my family a few years back.
“Tell you about what?” I asked, clutching my books to my chest and blushing.
Yesterday, I might’ve sorta told her that I was attending a Sex Education class with a very handsome professor. I’d promised I’d save all the juicy details for our walk home today, but I hadn’t expected to actually lose my virginity to him!
“Don’t play, Sierra. You know what I’m talking about. Your Sex Ed course!” She nudged me and stopped at the outdoor Crazy Coffee Bar to grab a drink for the walk. “Wasn’t your second class, like, cock riding or something like that?”
“Yes,” I whispered, glancing around at the students looking at us. “Can you quiet down?”
After I gave my order to the cashier, we waited in the cold for our orders while other students lingered around with their friends. I bounced on my toes, my cheeks red from the windchill and from thinking about last night.
I had lost my virginity!
I still couldn’t believe it.
Once most of the students grabbed their orders and headed to their dorms, Heather beamed next to me. “So, tell me about it. Did you learn how to ride dick?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “So you can stop humping your pill—”
“I do not do that!” I scolded quietly. “You’re one to talk. You’re a virgin too.”
She smirked. “Not for long.”
My eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’ve been chatting up this guy online,” she said, smirking. “I met him on a BDSM website.”
I slapped her shoulder. “Heather! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Because it hasn’t happened yet, but something has with you,” she gushed. “You’ve literally been glowing since this morning. And I might’ve been peering out the window when that nice car dropped you off the other night. So, what happened?”
Biting back a smile, I leaned forward. “We had some demonstrations.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m being serious, Feather,” I hummed, using her nickname. “And they were … very explicit.”
With her pupils dilated, she grasped my hand. “Like real-life demonstrations?! Were there people who actually came in and fucked in front of the class?! How do I sign up because I need to—”
“Quiet down,” I said in a hushed tone again. “And no. Not other people.”
She furrowed her brow. “Then, how were there—oh shit!” She slapped my arm repeatedly and jumped up and down, causing a whole scene in the middle of campus. “Bitch, don’t tell me you lost your virgini—”
I smacked a hand over her big mouth and yanked her behind the coffee shack building so nobody would be able to see us speaking about the dom who had taken my virginity at his BDSM club last night. Fuck, the more I thought that, the less it even seemed real.
Before I pulled my hand off her mouth, I arched a brow. “Will you please keep it down?”
While she nodded, I hesitated even pulling my hand away. But eventually, I did and hoped that other students in my class didn’t overhear. What would they think? I was twenty-three years old and had just lost my virginity to someone almost twice my age. Maybe older.
“Tell me all about him,” she cheered. “Is he another student?”
“No.”
“What do you m—bitch!”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Oh my God.
“It was your professor, wasn’t it?!” she asked, literally almost jumping up and down at my side. She grasped on to my hand, shaking it, because she couldn’t even control herself. How would she react once she finally lost her V-card?!
“Feather, will you—”
She placed the back of her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. “Give me a second, Sea, before I pass out. My vagina is so wet, thinking about you getting it on with an elderly—”
Although she was causing a scene, I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out into a fit of giggles. “He is not elderly! He is probably, maybe in his mid-forties. And I mean, he’s one of the handsomest men I have met.”
“Oh, girl,” Heather said, fanning herself. “I bet he is. Do you have a picture?”
“Who do you think I am?” I asked. “Some sort of creep?”
“Maybe.”
“Pictures are forbidden in the class,” I said. “So, no.”
She frowned. “Can’t you sneak one?”
“And get punished for it?!” I exclaimed, but then I stopped and thought about it for a minute because I would bet that a punishment from Professor Patton wouldn’t be so bad. Then, I shook my head. “No. No, I can’t.”
“Lame.”
“Heather! Sierra!” the cashier called from the other side of the small building.
Heather looped her arm around mine and tugged me to get our coffees. I grabbed the warm drink, sipped in an attempt to rid myself of the cold, and locked eyes with Luke Carls, my lovely ex-boyfriend who had ditched me two weeks ago.
He leaned against the building next to the window and smirked. “Sierra Monroe.”
Mid-sip, I froze. “What are you doing here?”
After kicking himself off the building, he lifted his coffee cup. “Coffee.”
“You don’t drink coffee.”
“And you’re not usually easy,” he said, sipping his drink and walking over to Heather and me. Heather tugged me closer to her. “At least when we were together, you weren’t. But things change, don’t they?”
“Why don’t you leave?” Heather asked.
“I’m not easy,” I said.
“So, you didn’t just gift your precious little virginity to your professor?” he asked with a smirk. “I might’ve overheard you gushing to Heather, hiding behind the building, about how much of a cheap whore you’ve become in the past two weeks.”
I crossed my arms and ignored him. Or at least, I tried to.
“Ignore him,” Heather said, pulling me along with our coffees.
“Miss Monroe!” someone called from across the street.
“Who’s that?” Heather said.
I followed her gaze and locked eyes with Leo, my driver to Radiant from the other night. Shit, Professor Patton had requested that I attend the guys’ class tonight, and I had completely forgotten!
“Oh, um,” I said, leaping up and gathering my stuff, “a driver for me.”
“A driver?!” Heather gushed. “What is this guy, a billionaire or something?”
Luke scowled. “Like she’d ever be able to score a billionaire.”
“Nobody’s talking to you,” Heather growled. “Leave us alone.”
I pulled Heather far away from him, then grabbed her hand. “I have sorta, kinda been requested to attend another class this week. Professor Patton wanted to … see me again for some reason.”
“Because you have an amazing pussy.”
After smacking her hard, I looped my hands around my backpack straps and hurried across the street. “I’ll see you later tonight! Don’t wait up for me!”