Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

Something to Hear, Something to Hide

Tommy’s phone buzzed while he was brushing his teeth.

A text from Katherine lit up the screen:

Katherine...

How much pussy you getting at school, baby?

Tommy grinned, wiped his mouth, and replied:

Tommy...

Not enough. Why, you offering to help?

Katherine...

Hmm… maybe. Or maybe I just want to listen. I miss hearing you fuck someone.

Tommy's cock twitched instantly.

He picked up the phone, typing with one hand now.

Tommy...

You like that? Me balls-deep in some hungry girl while you listen?

Katherine...

Turns me on so much. You gonna make me cum without even touching me.

Tommy chuckled.

And then he remembered Brianna.

He had been seeing her in the gym nearly every day since the semester began. Tight yoga pants that hugged her hips like skin, her curves sculpted, tall, maybe 5'9", brown skin glowing with sweat, wild curly hair, and tits that looked almost too heavy for her sports bras. She stretched like she knew men were watching.

Two days ago, she had handed him her number with a smirk and said,

“Text me when you’re bored… or horny.”

Tommy opened the thread. No small talk, just the basics:

Tommy...

You free tonight?

Brianna...

Only if you’re ready to fuck the shit out of me.

He stared. Grinned. Then texted Katherine.

Tommy...

You want to listen?

Katherine...

Put that phone somewhere I can hear it all. Don’t hold back.

~

Later that night, his dorm room was lit by one lamp.

Phone already on speaker.

Katherine’s voice soft, waiting.

A knock.

Tommy opened the door to find Brianna standing there in a tight crop top, no bra, black leggings so thin he could see the outline of her thong underneath. She stepped in without a word, tossed her bag, and said:

“God, I’ve been thinking about your dick all day.”

Tommy raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

She turned around, pulled the waistband of her leggings down slowly, teasing, revealing her round, perfect ass.

“I want to ride you till my legs give out.”

She turned back, leaned over the desk, placing one foot up on the chair beside it.

Looking back at him, ass arched, lips parted.

“You gonna fuck me or what? I didn’t come to chat. I came to be filled up. Beat this pussy up, Tommy.”

Katherine moaned through the phone.

Tommy stripped quickly, his cock already hard.

He walked up behind Brianna, ran a hand down her back to her ass, gripped both cheeks hard, and slid his tip between her folds.

“You dripping already,” he muttered.

Brianna smirked. “Told you I love dick.”

He shoved into her slow at first, then all the way.

“Fuck yes!” Brianna cried out, pushing back hard. “Fuck that dick deep!”

She was wild, loud, filthy, and hungry.

Tommy gripped her hips and started pounding harder.

The way she threw it back made him growl. She was built for this.

“Harder! Come on! Make it nasty!” she begged.

Katherine’s voice from the phone was breathless. “God, she’s filthy… I love it.”

Brianna leaned up slightly, then twisted around to face Tommy. She grabbed his neck, pulled him close, and kissed him deeply.

“I want you to cum on my face. I love messy.”

Tommy nodded, thrusting again, his balls slapping her with each stroke. She dropped to her knees mid-fuck and sucked him in so deep, he nearly fell forward. Sloppy, loud, like she didn’t care how she looked, only how full her mouth felt.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, grabbing the back of her head, feeding her more.

Brianna moaned around his cock, drool pouring down her chin.

Katherine was breathing hard into the phone. “Tommy, fuck, I wish I could taste that.”

Tommy glanced at the phone, her voice alone enough to edge him.

Brianna kept going, taking him deep, letting him fuck her throat.

She pulled off just to say: “I want your cum. Anywhere. Everywhere. You tell me.”

Tommy lost it. He pulled out, aimed for her face, and unloaded.

Hot ropes of cum painted her cheeks, lips, even her chest. She licked her lips and smiled proudly.

Katherine’s voice broke in again, almost dazed. “That… was fucking beautiful.”

Tommy collapsed onto the bed, phone still on speaker.

“I needed that,” he breathed.

Brianna crawled up beside him, straddled his chest, and kissed his lips softly this time.

Katherine’s final words before the call ended: “Send me her number, baby. I want to thank her myself.”

The quiz prep had dwindled into soft conversation. The warm hum of Jess’s dorm lamp lit the room, casting golden light across the two of them on the bed.

Ayla was curled up on one side, legs tucked under her, her fingers picking at the seam of her leggings. Jess sat cross-legged, phone in hand, laughing at a meme she almost shared before a new text flashed across the screen.

Katherine...