𝐵𝓁𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

1

"Y/n, hurry, or we're going to miss the train!"

"Almost done!" Y/n yells back, wrestling wildly with her suitcase. She barely manages to get it shut by laying her entire body weight on top of it and zipping it closed, and it looks extremely precarious, like it could burst any moment. Before dragging her suitcase out of the dorm room, Y/n takes a quick look at herself in the mirror: all the jumping and wrangling has made some of her hair slip out of its messy bun, but she doesn't have the time to fix it right now.

Her roommate, Kiana, is waiting outside and wearing a familiar expression of both exasperation and patience. "Finally!"

"Okay, okay, let's go already," Y/n sings, chasing Kiana down the hall.

Y/n had been a little nervous about being assigned an older roommate — she was just a freshman, after all, and Kiana was already a junior. Thankfully, Kiana only looked intimidating. In reality, she was a softie at heart and had taken Y/n under her wing. When she found out that Y/n wasn't going back home for spring break, she had insisted; more like demanded,
that Y/n come home with her.

Of course, Y/n hadn't hesitated to say yes. She was kind of dreading being all alone at the dorms, so she was relieved when Kiana made the offer. Plus, there's a pool at her house, which is really all that
Y/n needed to hear.

"How long is the train ride?" Y/n asks as they speedwalk to the station.

"Not long? Maybe an hour or two," Kiana said. "Then my mom will pick us up at the station, and it's another half hour or so in the car."

That was another point of intrigue: Kiana's mom. Kiana was raised by her dad but split holidays with both parents, and that tradition had kinda carried into adulthood.

Y/n knows basically nothing about Kiana's mom, aside from the painfully awkward phone calls she's overheard between them. She gets the impression that they're not exactly close, and she suspects that Kiana's invitation was for her own benefit too. That's alright with Y/n, though; she's more than happy to act as a buffer if it means she can just lay by the pool for the next week.

They catch their train with minutes to spare, and now they can both finally relax, settling into the uncomfortable seats as best as they can. Y/n loves the train but doesn't get to take it often, so she tries her best to stay awake and watch the city whiz by through the window, but she stands no chance against the soothing rumble of the train.

She only struggles for a few minutes before giving in and letting herself doze off for a little cat nap.

A little cat nap turns into two hours somehow, and Y/n is awoken abruptly by Kiana's hand rocking her shoulder forcefully. "Up, Y/n, we're here!"

"I'm up, I'm up," Y/n grumbles, disoriented. She grabs her bag and starts moving, following Kiana through the rush of people all trying to get off first. It's late afternoon now, the sun hanging high in the cloudless sky, so bright that it hurts Y/n's eyes when they step out of the station. It's hot, with no sign of wind or shade, and Y/n can already feel sweat beading on her forehead.

"Where's your mom?" Y/n asks, trying not to sound whiny as she desperately scans the parking lot for middle-aged ladies resembling Kiana.

"She says she's already here," Kiana says, squinting at her phone. "On the left side of the parking lot?"

They turn simultaneously to look, but Y/n still can't find anyone who matches the image in her head. Until—

"Oh, there she is!" Kiana says, and points to the most gorgeous woman Y/n has ever laid eyes on.

Y/n had definitely noticed her; it was impossible not to — but she never in a million years would have expected Kiana's mom to look like that.

She's leaning against a sleek black sports car, and she's wearing a simple blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, but it's her body that really makes her look like she stepped out of a slutty teacher porno.

Even though the blouse is fully buttoned, the way her generous breasts fill out the fabric is apparent, stretching it out enough that the buttons look precarious. And those legs, god damn . They start with wide, rounded hips and thick thighs perfectly squeezed into the tight skirt, and they end in long pretty calves and black heels.

Then she finally looks at them, and her intimidatingly perfect features transform into a sweet, infectious grin, and Y/n knows she's truly screwed now. It was already lust at first sight, and now it feels like love at first smile.

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chapter 1 is finished!

all the chapters will be short or shorter like this, i hope that's okay with you all!

i hope you will enjoy it!