I returned home after making sure Olivia got there safely. The walk back was quiet, accompanied only by the distant sound of passing cars and my own thoughts, which kept replaying the events of the night. When I unlocked the apartment door, I found the living room completely dark. The silence was absolute. Out of habit, I checked my phone and saw that it was almost midnight. Bianca was probably already asleep.
I closed the door carefully and went straight to my bedroom. The tiredness was finally settling into my body. I took a quick shower, letting the hot water run over my shoulders while I tried to clear my mind. Unlike other nights, I wasn't drunk—I had barely drunk anything at the party—which made everything feel even clearer in my head. I put on some comfortable clothes, lay down on the bed, and before long, sleep came calmly, without dreams or restlessness.
On Saturday, I woke up around nine-thirty in the morning. The apartment was quiet, bathed in soft light coming through the window. The morning went on as usual: I made a simple, strong coffee like I always do and ate something quickly before changing clothes.
I went out for a run, trying to keep the discipline I had been slowly building. Bianca left shortly after as well. On Saturdays, we usually do this—we leave the apartment empty so the cleaning lady can work more comfortably. We chose this arrangement instead of having a full-time maid. I'm hardly ever home, Bianca works mornings and sometimes afternoons, and having someone every day would just be an unnecessary expense. This way, the apartment stays clean on the weekends, and during the week we take care of the basics ourselves.
The problem that day was the heat. The sun was already unforgiving for such an early hour. I usually prefer to run at dawn, when the air is still cool, but I had ended up waking later. Running at night has never really been an option for me. I put on my headphones, let the music take over, and focused on my breathing and the rhythm of my steps hitting the ground.
In the middle of the run, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I slowed down, stopped, and took it out. Vanessa's name was on the screen.
"Hi, Vanessa. Good morning," I answered, still trying to catch my breath.
"Good morning, Luke. Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked, straight to the point as always.
"Tonight, no. In the afternoon, I'm going to review some material—I have an exam next week. But I'll probably just stay home doing nothing at night," I replied.
"Then I'll come visit you tonight. Send me the address properly. I'll come with your car."
I had planned to pick up my car the next day by taking a taxi to her place, but since she offered, I saw no reason to refuse.
"Alright. Are you going to sleep here?" I asked, already imagining her answer.
"Hmmm… only if you want me to," she said, with a laugh full of intention.
"Then bring your pajamas. But I don't think you'll need them much," I replied in the same tone.
"Okay."
"See you tonight."
I hung up, put the phone away, and went back to running, now with a slight smile on my face. I ran for another twenty minutes before heading home, already feeling the sweat running down my back.
The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon were dedicated to studying. The material for the exam had piled up more than I'd like, and I was clearly behind. Even so, I took a few strategic breaks—thirty minutes here and there—to play games on my phone or watch random videos. Nothing too productive, but enough to keep me sane.
Around seven in the evening, the intercom rang. I answered and recognized the doorman's voice saying that a woman named Vanessa was at the entrance. I authorized her to come up without hesitation.
Bianca was in the living room, finishing getting ready. She was probably heading out for yet another date that would go nowhere. She looked at me curiously.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"A friend," I replied, looking down at my phone.
I felt her stare burning into me, but I ignored it. A short while later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found Vanessa standing there.
She was elegant: a black skirt, a white shirt neatly tucked in, and simple sandals. She carried a bag on her arm and wore a confident smile.
"Welcome. Come in," I said, smiling back.
Vanessa stepped inside and, without hesitation, hugged me, burying her face in my chest. That was already becoming a habit. I closed the door, and she walked into the living room as if she were at home. That's when she came face to face with Bianca, who looked her up and down without hiding it.
"Hi, I'm Vanessa," she said naturally.
"Bianca," she replied with a tight smile. "Are you a friend of Luke's?"
"Yes… a special kind of friend," Vanessa answered without hesitation.
"I see."
Bianca looked away from Vanessa and stared at me, clearly full of questions. Before she could say anything, I tried to shift the focus.
"Vanessa, would you like anything?" I asked.
"Water would be great."
"Let's go to the kitchen," I said, pointing the way.
As Vanessa walked past Bianca and left her bag on the couch, I leaned in and whispered to Bianca:
"Yes, it's who you're thinking of."
Bianca didn't say anything. She just stood there, expressionless. I followed Vanessa into the kitchen. A short while later, I heard the apartment door close. Bianca had left, leaving the apartment just for the two of us.
Vanessa suggested we watch a movie and order something to eat. I agreed. To my surprise, she liked pizza. I called my usual place while she went to the bathroom.
When she came back, she was wearing pink pajamas. The short shorts and thin fabric highlighted her curves even more. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. That simple sight made it obvious the night wouldn't end early.
We sat down on the couch, practically glued together. I wrapped an arm around her. Before starting the movie, Vanessa talked about the plan involving her father. She said he had called Jonathan, confirming that he accepted the idea, but that he needed to see the place and send the product to some former partners as a show of trust.
The meeting was scheduled for two weeks later, one week before the fight. Jonathan would be responsible for setting the location. One part of the plan had worked—the easy part, honestly. The hard part would be infiltrating the place. Security was definitely not something that would be lacking. I made a mental note to talk to Henry later.
The pizza arrived. We opened a few cans of beer and put on the movie Vanessa had chosen. It was boring, but I barely paid attention. Watching her focused expression was far more interesting than the story on the screen. When the movie ended, we went up to my bedroom.
I think the beer had already heated things up between us. We had barely reached the bedroom when we were already kissing wildly. Our tongues and mouths moved in sync, like a dance. I could taste a hint of beer on her lips, but I didn't mind—after all, she was probably tasting the same on mine. Vanessa's arms wrapped around my head, and, in a dirty move, I sank my hands into her soft ass.
Because the pajamas were thin, I could clearly feel how soft she was—not just her ass, but her breasts too. With our bodies pressed together, I could feel her breasts pushing against mine. We only stopped kissing when I pushed Vanessa onto the bed. Seeing her lying there, waiting for me, made me even more turned on. Gently, I pulled down her shorts and panties. But I didn't rush like an animal—I wanted to go down on her. I had never done anything like that before.
I had seen her pussy before, but today something felt different. It was smooth—very smooth. Vanessa had probably shaved recently. I liked that. Actually, I don't care whether there's hair or not; I just like pussy. Vanessa, understanding what I wanted, spread her legs. That made me even more turned on. Like any teenager, I had watched a lot of porn, but I knew real life wasn't the same as the movies.
Once, I went on an anonymous Q&A website and asked, How do you give good oral sex to a woman? I was surprised by the number of answers and by how each woman liked something different. But most of them followed a similar step-by-step approach. First, I started kissing Vanessa's thighs, not going straight to it—soft kisses.
Then I began massaging her vagina, running my two fingers gently around the shape of her pussy. All of that was just foreplay. The oral sex really started when I ran my tongue over her entire pussy. I knew that wasn't the main source of pleasure, but it was just to warm things up for what was coming. With the tip of my thumb, I made an upward motion, exposing her small clitoris—the magic spot for women. Without wasting any more time, I slowly ran the tip of my tongue over her clitoris. I could hear a sigh escape from Vanessa's mouth.
"Use a softer tongue."
She gave me the tip. Like I said, oral sex depends on the woman—some like a firmer tongue. That wasn't Vanessa's case. Following her instructions, I softened my tongue and filled my mouth with saliva, making it wetter. Then I focused on her clitoris. My tongue moved gently, up and down. Moans escaped from Vanessa's mouth, but she still wasn't satisfied.
I decided to change the movement, moving my tongue in circular motions around her clitoris. Vanessa's hands rested in my hair, massaging it. Her moans filled the room.
"Keep going, Luke… ah… don't stop… aaah."
I kept moving my tongue, intensifying the motion. The more I did it, the more confident and skilled I became. It didn't take long before Vanessa's legs started trembling, her hand tightened in my hair, and, for a brief moment, it seemed like her body had frozen. With a pleasure-filled sigh, Vanessa had an orgasm.
"Aaah… that was good."
My jaw was already aching a little, and my cock was hard as a rock. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself.
"Vanessa, I'm going to put it in."
"Yes."