MONICA
Tony led me inside, his hand brushing the doorframe as he politely gestured for me to enter first. My eyes weren't on the room though — not on the neat living room or the books stacked perfectly on the shelf. No. My eyes trailed lower, tracing the outline of his trousers, my mouth watering as I remembered what I had seen in the bathroom that day. That thick, impossible length that haunted me every night since.
"Would you like some water?" he asked, his voice as calm and nerdy as always.
"Yes… water's fine," I managed, my voice coming out huskier than I meant.
He handed me a glass, his fingers brushing mine lightly, but all I could think about was how close they were to unzipping his pants. I took a sip, trying to look composed, but inside, my body was burning. My pussy throbbed, aching, needy, as my mind replayed the image of his cock swinging when he walked.
Tony sat down beside me with his notes, flipping them open, already talking about formulas and equations. His voice was steady, focused, as though he really believed I came here to study. I pretended to listen, nodding here and there, but the truth was my mind was far, far away — wrapped around his cock, imagining what it would feel like to hold it, taste it, ride it until I lost my voice. My thighs pressed tighter together under the table, heat pooling between them, my breath quickening every time his arm brushed close.
"Monica?" he said suddenly, snapping me out of my daydream. His brows furrowed behind his glasses. "Are you even listening?"
I licked my lips, scrambling for an excuse. "I… I'm sorry. It's just… I'm feeling hot."
He blinked, tilting his head. "Hot? Do you need the fan on?"
"No," I whispered, letting my voice drop into something sultrier, something I knew would catch him off guard. "I mean… I feel hot. Like I should probably take this off."
I hooked a finger under the hem of my crop top before he could respond, slowly lifting it up over my head. His eyes widened, his words caught in his throat, and when my bare breasts bounced free, he gasped audibly.
"Monica—"
"Don't worry," I cut him off, standing just enough to let my skirt fall down too, my skin prickling with anticipation. His gaze followed every movement, his jaw tight, his hands frozen around his notebook.
When the skirt pooled at my feet, his breath hitched — because I wasn't wearing panties.
I smiled at his shocked expression, my voice low and dripping with mischief. "I don't mind, Tony. Not if it's you."
For the first time since I'd known him, the class rep who was always calm, collected, and nerdy… lost his composure. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, his chest rising faster, his lips parting as he tried to find words. But all he could do was stare at me — bare, shameless, offering myself to him like a filthy little secret.
The rain started without warning, hammering against the roof in wild sheets, and then came the thunder — loud, cracking, rattling the windows like the sky itself was splitting open.
I jumped, hugging Tony's arm tightly, pressing myself against him. "I-I don't like studying when it rains," I whispered, forcing my voice to tremble just a little. "And… I hate thunder. It scares me."
His shoulders stiffened under my touch, his hand clutching the notebook like a lifeline. "It's just weather, Monica. Don't worry, it can't hurt you."
Another thunderclap rolled through, deeper, louder, and I clung to him harder, burying my face against his chest. I could feel his body tense at the sudden closeness — the way his heartbeat kicked up, the way his breath caught. His scent filled me, and my pussy throbbed with heat just from pressing into him.
"I can't… I can't stay out here," I said, letting my voice break with false fear. "Please, can we go somewhere quieter? Somewhere… safer?"
He sighed, shifting uncomfortably, then pointed toward the hallway. "My room. You can stay there until it passes."
I looked up at him with wide eyes, still clutching him like I'd fall apart if he left me. "Not alone. Please, Tony. I can't be in there by myself."
He hesitated, frowning, torn between his nerdy self-control and the naked girl holding onto him like her life depended on it. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, followed by a deafening crash. I flinched, pretending to shiver. That broke him.
"…Fine," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I'll stay. Just until the storm settles."
I smiled secretly as he led me into his room. It smelled faintly of books and laundry detergent, the neatness of it almost laughable compared to the filthy thoughts spinning in my head. I perched on the edge of his bed, my thighs pressed together.
Tony hovered awkwardly near the door. "You'll be fine here. Just… lie down. I'll sit—"
"Tony…" I interrupted softly, letting my lower lip tremble, my voice delicate like a plea. "Don't make me lie here alone. Please. Just… just sleep with me."
His eyes widened behind his glasses, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. "Monica, that's not… that's not appropriate. I can't—"
I shifted, turning my face away like I was embarrassed, letting a sheen of fake tears prick my eyes. "I knew it. You don't care. You'd rather I shake here by myself while you pretend nothing's wrong. I should've never come…"
"Wait," he said quickly, guilt flashing across his face. He stepped forward, his voice lower, softer. "I didn't mean it like that. I… I just don't want you to regret this later."
I turned back, meeting his gaze, letting my voice drop to a whisper. "I won't regret being close to you."
Silence. The storm cracked outside again, the sound filling the room. His jaw clenched, his eyes flicking over my bare skin before darting away again. Finally, with a defeated exhale, he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Only until the rain stops," he murmured.
But I knew I had him exactly where I wanted.
We both lay stiffly on the bed, the storm still raging outside. Tony had rolled over, his back facing me, and I lay there staring at him, my body aching with heat. The silence between us felt heavier than the thunder outside.
I couldn't help myself. Slowly, I inched closer until my chest pressed against his back, my nipples brushing lightly against his shirt. He froze, but he didn't move away. The warmth of him seeped into me, making my skin prickle with need.
"Tony…" I whispered softly, almost innocent. "Take off your clothes. It's not fair—I'm already naked."
He stiffened. "Monica… no. That's not… we shouldn't."
I pouted even though he couldn't see my face, my voice low and teasing. "Come on, we're adults now. It's not like anything's going to happen. I just don't want to feel weird lying here like this."
There was a long pause, the sound of rain filling the room. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, I felt the mattress shift as he sat up. He tugged his shirt over his head, then unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down. I turned my head just in time to see it—thick, heavy, swinging between his legs. My breath caught, my eyes widening.
Holy. Fuck.
It was just like I remembered from the bathroom. Huge. Unreal. My pussy clenched just looking at it.
Before I could even blink, he ducked under the duvet, pulling it up over his waist as if hiding from me. My lips curled into a smirk as I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my body on fire.
My hand drifted down, sliding over my belly, between my thighs. I bit my lip as my fingers found my wetness, already dripping from the sight of him. Slowly, I circled my clit, teasing, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.
"Mmm…" The moan slipped out before I could stop it. Soft. Needy.
I pressed two fingers against my entrance, pushing in slowly, stretching myself. My back arched, my nipples tightening, my chest rising and falling faster. "Ahh… Tony…" I whispered his name like a secret, like a prayer.
I tried to be quiet, but every slow thrust of my fingers, every swirl around my clit made me moan harder. "Mmm… oh god… yes…" My thighs trembled, my body writhing on the sheets.