Chapter 1
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College life was beautiful. When I first arrived at UCLA to study social science, I was surprised at how quickly I made new friends. The environment was welcoming, and while I had other classes to juggle, I felt a newfound sense of freedom.
In my social science class alone, I made three friends within a week. I also had friends from the summer before school started, thanks to a campus activity.
My three closest friends were Ava, Valentina, and Skylar.
Ava had blonde, curly hair and striking blue eyes. She was slim and curvy, with a gorgeous body. Valentina had red hair—I could never tell if it was naturally curly because she always straightened it. She had deep brown eyes and looked athletic, like she worked out regularly. She never wore makeup and made sure to let us know that. Lastly, there was Skylar. She had long, wavy black hair and emerald-green eyes—so stunning that I could almost see the sky in them. Skylar was also slim and carried herself with effortless grace.
And then there was me—Myla. Brown, wavy hair, and a body I wasn’t sure how to describe. I had a few insecurities, but I tried not to dwell on them. So far, college life seemed okay. But at night, I still missed him.
Theo.
We video-called every night to catch up. His job was going well, which made me happy.
“Is that wine in the background?” I asked, smiling as I caught sight of a bottle behind him.
He sighed. “Yeah, my sister’s going through a breakup. She crashed at my place for a bit.”
I raised a brow. “Are you sure there’s no girl in my place?” I teased.
“Why would I ever have time to think about another girl when my mind is on you all the time?” he shot back smoothly.
I grinned. “That’s a good answer. And I believe you.”
“Good,” he said, placing a hand over his heart. “Because I’d be hurt if you didn’t.”
I chuckled.
“So, how’s college?” he asked.
“It’s actually good so far. I’m surprised—I thought people would be mean, but I made friends with a few girls.”
“That’s great. I’m happy you’re enjoying it so far. Just make sure to focus on your studies too,” he reminded me.
“I know, I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Trust me, I don’t even think I’ll have time for parties. It looks like I’ll have a lot of homework, but I’ll do my best not to fall behind.”
“I’m proud of you, Myla. I know you’ll do great—I’m just teasing you.”
“In the meantime… are you in your room?” I asked.
“No. Why?”
“Go to your room, and I’ll tell you.”
He smiled, shaking his head. “Alright, I’m in my room now.”
“Are you on your bed?”
“Now I am,” he said, his tone playful. “You’re sounding suspicious.”
I hesitated, then bit my lip. “Can you touch yourself?”
His gaze darkened. “Are you suggesting that we have phone sex, baby?”
“Maybe.”
“In that case… are you lying down?”
“Yes.”
He exhaled slowly. “I’ll begin touching myself—but only if you follow my every instruction.”
“Okay. You lead tonight, but next time, I’m in charge.”
“Fair,” he murmured. “Alright, I’m sliding my hand into my pants. You do the same.”
A shiver ran down my spine as I followed his command, slipping my hand into my pajama shorts, past my panties, until my fingers brushed against my heat.
“I want you to imagine my lips on your neck,” he continued, his voice deep and velvety. “My hand replacing yours, moving slowly… teasing you.”
I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I began rubbing slow circles over my clit.
“Now, I’m kissing your collarbone, moving down to your breasts… while my fingers speed up against your sex.”
My breath hitched. I arched my back, letting out a soft moan, gripping my phone tighter.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice dripping with hunger. “I want to hear every sound. Don’t hold back.”
I imagined his lips traveling lower, stopping at the waistband of my shorts.
“Picture my hands sliding them down… my mouth replacing my fingers… tasting you,” he whispered.
I gasped, rubbing faster, my body tensing as I neared the edge. My moans grew louder as the pleasure built up, and then—release. My body trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through me, my cries echoing in my dorm room.
“Just like that,” he grunted, his breathing ragged as he found his own release.
For a few moments, all we could do was pant on the other end of the line, basking in the afterglow.
