Compañeros de Piso con el Novio de Mi Mejor AmigaES

BIANCA

—Sorry, I don't do sex scenes.

I took one last look at the figure attached to the application. Fifty thousand, just for sleeping with him. That would be enough to cover my semester's tuition and still have some money left over.

It was the third private request since my video last week.

Even so, just like before, I mustered the strength to click "send" and closed my laptop before the thrill of temptation could linger.

I could go back to sleep in these clothes. My body had already gotten used to their short, tight feel. But just in case Ellie came upstairs for another surprise inspection, it was best to take them off and put them away.

I admired my figure in the attic mirror, caressing my curves and contours as I took off my red lingerie.

Those men were probably not bad at all, and a few extra bills wouldn't hurt.

But it's a completely different game when you're live and in the flesh instead of on the other side of a screen... and behind a mask.

As I took it off, I let my hair fall over my shoulders, suddenly realizing how many private requests I had received just for that.

“I want to throw it at you so hard that you’ll beg me to stop,” one said.

On second thought, some of them were a little weird.

—Bianca, are you awake?

The voice pierced the calm of the night and, just as he suspected, Ellie was awake and probably there to vent about another incident with her boyfriend, Max.

They were such a toxic couple, but Ellie was one of those girls who believed that high school love was forever love… no matter how many people she had slept with to get her boyfriend's attention.

I pushed my secret stash under the bed and got under the sheets, covering my naked body with them.

"Hey, are you asleep? Can I come in?" he called, knowing perfectly well that it was still four in the morning.

Before I could answer, he pushed open the door and went in.

—Bianca, I need your advice.

Here we go again.

I tightened the sheets, sat down, and listened to another one of her dramas.

As expected, it was the same old story. Max had gone to another basketball camp and wasn't answering her messages. She automatically assumed he was cheating and decided to sleep with some random guy at the downtown bar. Now she regretted it because Max had come back and probably wasn't cheating on her like she suspected.

"What do I do? What if he finds out?" she asked.

For starters, she probably already knew. Max had friends all over Phoenix. But, since she'd never confronted Ellie after one of her nights out, she probably didn't care.

Even so, I did what any childhood best friend in my position would do and convinced her that it would be okay.

When she finally left, I let go of the sheets and locked the door behind her.

I still had a couple of hours before the first class, but we had talked for too long for me to fall back asleep.

My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, whispering like the devil on my shoulder.

—It wouldn't hurt... just a little.

***

My fingers gripped the edge of the bed as my breath escaped in ragged gasps.

—Nggh, fuck.

I opened my legs and pushed the dildo in deeper, biting my lip before another moan could escape.

His cock glowed on the screen and plunged into it at exactly the same time.

He pushed harder. Hard enough that the sound of flesh against flesh could be clearly heard through my speakers.

"Please. Be gentle," she moaned, but his hands stubbornly roamed her body until they reached her hair. He ruffled it and then twisted it, lifting her face from the bed and whispering in her ear.

"What were you saying?" she provoked. A shiver ran down my spine as if she were speaking directly to me.

—Please… —her words dissolved into low moans and lustful grunts.

I caressed my breasts, lubricating my fingers with saliva that dripped from the tip of my tongue, and returned to my clitoris.

Wanna…

Just before I felt my muscles tense up, a notification popped up on my page.

“The horny devils haven’t gone to sleep yet,” I thought, ignoring the beeping.

But just as I reached for the mouse to return to my private p**n, another beep sounded.

“Request for private DM.”

Tch. How persistent.

I navigated to my page, ready to block whoever was intruding…

…Until I saw your message.

“Hi, Bianca.”

My heart sank to my stomach.

Bianca? That… isn't possible. Does he know who I am?

The floating message icon reappeared, but I slammed the laptop shut before anything else appeared.

I'm exaggerating. I misread the text. There's no way he said that. There's no way he knows who I am, and there's definitely no chance…

The soliloquy died when I opened the laptop again and saw the bright text in front of me.

—Can we meet after class today?

Shit. I'm screwed.