𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 75 | Probability

                                   SANDRINE

Julie stands by the large window of my old dorm. She's taken the space that we once shared, now that I've decided to go to Uni part-time.

Going to university part-time was never apart of my plans. The moment I went to a university fair, and saw the catalogue for Warwick I knew that this was the place I'd fallen in love with, and that I wouldn't want to live with my mother once I hit 18. But then I got the call.

She'll be teaching here again, starting in the fall.

It had been years, and yet the University couldn't wait to get their hands on her once more.

Economics or Medicine.

Finance or pre-med.

I didn't know how to make the choice, but the choice was ultimately made for me. The night I was raped, my teacher, my abuser, had parked right outside of the window Julie now stands by.

I can't look out of the window now that I'm back.

"Who will put blankets over me while I sleep?" Julie pouts out her bottom lip, offering me a slight smile. She pulls me out of my flashbacks with such ease, that it leaves me somewhat dazed.

"I'm sure you'll manage." My eyes trail down to the small of her back, and she stands in a loose robe that leaves very little to the imagination.

"I'll miss you." She tilts her head to the side, muttering words in a non-sentimental way.

"You'll miss my tongue, you mean." I lean on my arms as they fold behind my back, as she turns around, giving me one of her infamous coy smirks. "Oh especially that." Her gaze fixes on mine as she takes a few steps closer, towering over me as she places her index finger on the insides of my mouth.

"I'll miss you most of all." She straddles me, looking down into my mouth and starts to crash her lips against mine. This was our routine ever since we found out that we were in the same dorms.

She knew my sexuality, and kept hers unlabelled. Guiding my fingers back inside of her, she rubs her tits against my face, kneading them as she starts what we had already finished off.

My favourite part of coming back to Warwick was always her. How her brunette curls drifted from the side of her face as she tilted my head back, taking everything I had to offer.

Lifting one leg off of my lap, she starts to kiss down my midline, until she gets on her knees. Her wrists go onto either side of me, and those beautiful ocean eyes look up. "Can I?" She asks, and I shake my head.

"I'm sorry." She says, "don't be, I just don't like how it feels." That was a lie. I used to love how it felt.

My breathing returned to normal once she was towering me once more. "Lie down, let me make you feel good." I tell her, and she does as I ask.

My refusal was soon forgotten, once I started to devour her. She was always so fucking beautiful like this, and I could spend hours licking and sucking inbetween those perfect thighs all night.

I massaged her clit while sucking between her delicate folds. "F-Fuck... San!" Her moans and cries were muffled against her pillow as I dug my nails into her outskirts of her thighs.

"You don't want your neighbours to hear do you?" I said, kissing her inner thighs, teasing my tongue against her slit.

It didn't take long before she came once more, spraying a new wet spot against my old sheets. "Fuck, I love when you do that."