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It's been two days. Two days that I've had to sit alone in the dining hall, two days where everyone else goes out to party and Shelby goes with them. Two days without her even bothering to text me back. I don't know what I did wrong...

I have to do something, I can't lose my best friend. So, I sent Shelby a text. Well, a picture, a half-naked picture saying that I want to have a repeat of our night together. It should offend me that she responded so quickly, but I'm just glad she responded at all.

Within twenty minutes, Shelby was knocking on my door. I doubt she would have shown up if Carlie and Sean were home, but they're at some study group that will most definitely end up going out to drink after they've studied. "Hey!" She says happily when I open the door. I want to scream, I want to yell at her for ignoring me for two days. But I also want her to like me. I want her to want me. "Hey, I've missed you."I mentioninstead. I feel vulnerable telling her that, especially if she only sees me as a hookup and no longer a friend.

Shelby smiles, taking my hand and leading me upstairs to my room. "I've missed you, sorry darling, class has been super hectic. And with finals coming up, I amstressing." She answers sweetly. It makes me smile that I may have my friend back. Maybe we can be together and be friends?

Shelby pushes me onto the bed as soon as my door is locked, climbing on top of me immediately. "I brushed my teeth before I came, so I know you won't get sick." She tells me. It's sweet that she thought to do that. I would've just not kissed her, or asked her to brush. Maybe this is why I don't get a second date very often. I always ask the guys that take me out to brush if they had gluten with their meal. Almost none of them are even willing to get a gluten-free option when I'm with them. That alone, to me, is a major red flag. You can't spare one meal to not make your date sick? Whatever.

"Good. Kiss me." I insist. Shelby grins, diving her tongue into my mouth, making me taste the sweet tea on her tongue. I tangle my tongue with hers, gripping onto her hair so she won't back away from our kiss. But her hands explore me, she slips a hand under the ratty t-shirt I was wearing, finding no bra. Her hand finds one of my breasts, pinching and tweaking my nipple between her fingers until I cry out in pleasure. "More." I groan into her mouth. I need more, I need it to hurt a little. She pinches a little harder, flooding my panties. I need her.

I flip the two of us, crawling down her body with kisses all over her tanned, smooth skin. I lift her shirt, sucking one of her large breasts into my mouth. I suck and I bite on her nipple until she cries out, only then switching to the other. "Suck my pussy." Shelby demands. I'm nervous, I've never done this before. But I have to try, right?

I unbutton her jean shorts, pulling them down her long, tan legs. My God, she's beautiful. Her thong comes off next, just a scrap of fabric anyway, but I toss it on the floor. I hope I'm not bad at this. I drop between her legs, gripping onto her thighs. I drag my tongue up the length of her, feeling her buck her hips at me. "More. Keep going." Shelby demands. So, I listen. I flick my tongue over her clit, over and over until she's panting under me. Then I switch to licking up all of her arousal, I stick my tongue as far into her as I can while my hands knead her thighs.

I feel Shelby grip onto my hair, forcing my head closer to her. So, I keep going. I alternate between licking and sucking on her clit, and thrusting my tongue inside of her. I hear her whines and moans get louder and louder until her thighsclamparound my head, and I can't hear anything. But I do feel the flood of arousal that coats my mouth. I smile victoriously while I drink up every drop of her, even biting at her inner thigh when she calms and her legs fall open.

I move to crawl up her body, desperate to kiss her. But she stops me. "I get two before you get kissed again." She says. I shrug, ready to bury my face between her legs again, but she hands me a small toy from her bag. "Fingers and this. And then I'm going to fuck you." She tells me. Okay, now I'm excited. It's easy sliding two of my slender fingers inside of her, but I still take it slow. I work my fingers until they're fully in her. "Now do a 'come here' motion with your fingers." She demands.

I like that she's telling me what she needs, cause I sure don't know. I follow her directions, seeing the change in her face. I turn on the small toy, hearing its buzz immediately. I hold the small massager against her clit, grinning when she jerks in my hold and tries to close her legs. "Fuck, I'm close. Add another." She demands. So I do. I slide a third finger inside of her as I continue the motion she told me to do until shegripsmy wrist, not letting me pull my fingers out. But I am still doing the motion. She screams out, her legs trying to close around me. I press the massager harder against her clit while she floods my hand and my sheets.

Shelby wastes no time. As soon as she's calmed down from her orgasm, she flips us. She tosses me down on the bed face down. "Ass up." She demands. I listen, I get in the same position as before, but this time, she spreads my legs. I feel so exposed with both holes on full display when she yanks my sweatpants down to my knees.

I turn around to see her pulling a strap on up around her. It has two small dildos that go inside both of her holes. I watch with a heated gaze while she penetrates herself with both. Even using her own cum as lube for the one in her butt. "Face down." She demands. Bossy. But I listen. I wiggle my butt when she climbs up on the bed, but she smacks one of my cheeks until it's red. "Youever taken cock before?" She asks me. I nervously shake my head no, hoping this won't make her stop. "Okay. This toy is small. We'll work up to a bigger one. Someday, you're going to take my fist." She says. I gulp at that, I can't handle a fist. I felt sore the other day from two of her fingers. But I worry if I tell her that, she'll stop. That she won't keep doing whatever this arrangement we have.

I feel Shelby spread lube on me, diving two fingers inside of me to make sure I'm coated. I moan at that, backing up into her fingers. She feels so good when she's inside of me. "Shelby." I moan. She smacks my butt again. "Quiet. You're going to take my cock." She says. I feel the silicone head before she says anything else. It's not as big as I feared it would be. She's fully inside of me pretty quickly. It's not too thick and fairly short. Thank goodness. I'd be so embarrassed if she popped my cherry. But if this is going to continue, I'm sure she'll do that soon. She thrusts into me a few times, shallow thrusts. But then I hear a click, and the toy starts to vibrate inside of me.

Shelby thrusts into me, her hips smacking into me with each one. I'm a mess, I have to bite the pillow so I don't scream out. She feels so good, and the vibrations on this small toy are sending me over the edge. "I'm gonna cum." I say, picking my face up from the pillow long enough to tell her that. She grips onto my hair, I feel the pain in my scalp as she pulls me up until my back is against her chest. I have to arch my back so this small toy stays inside of me, but I make it work. "Yeah? You think I should let you? I got nothing last time. Maybe this makes us even, hmm?" She asks. I whine, closing my eyes to focus on how good the vibrations feel. "I gave you two. I'll give you more. As many as you want. Please." I beg. God, I feel pathetic right now. But she lets go of my hair and pushes me back onto the mattress. "That's what I like to hear." She says. I didn't expect Shelby to act like this, but I'm not complaining.

I cum with a scream, biting down onto the pillow to quiet my screams. Shelby stops moving, just letting the small toy vibrate inside of me while I ride out my orgasm. She leaves it in me until I feel sensitive and have to push away from her. "Oh God." I whine. She smacks my butt as I collapse onto the mattress. "We're not done. You promised as many as I want. Get up." She says with a small giggle. I don't think I can keep up with her.

Shelby stops dead in her tracks when she hears my front door open. Clearly, Carlie and Sean are home from the bar. "Gotta go. Text me when you want to do this again." She says, smacking my butt again and rushing to get dressed. I lay spent on the bed, watching Shelby strip her strapon and get dressed like she's running from a fire. But I get it. We can't get caught. I just wish we could be friends as well. I wish she could've at least stayed, maybe watch a movie with me?

Chapter 14

Maeve's POV

Shelby has been ignoring me all week outside of sex. I don't get it. I thought she meant we'd just be friends in public and have sex in private? But she gives me the bare minimum now. Sure, she's shown up at my house twice now for sex. But we don't sit together at lunch anymore, and she doesn't skip hanging out with the group for me anymore. It makes me regret having sex with her, I'd rather have a friend, a real friend, than a hookup. I could've gotten a hookup from one of the athletes on campus without losing the only person that I felt cared about me. This kind of sucks. I want to cut it off, I want to tell her that we're done being friends with benefits if we can't actually be friends. But I'm also afraid that I'd lose both sides of her. I hate this.

I don't have my least favorite class this week or next. It's canceled so we can study for the final. That works out, seeing as how the professor has been on some kind of unplanned vacation for a week now. Rumor has it. He just took off one day last week after his last class. That nobody has seen or heard from him since. They're guessing he took a taxi to the airport to save on parking fees since his car is still in the campus parking lot. Must be nice to be able to take off whenever you like, I hope someday that can be me.

So, since class is canceled, I've been sitting in the dining hall most of the day. I have to pass finals, I can't afford to retake class. But my apartment is a distraction since Carlie and Sean have been living it up for the last week. They're so excited for the end of this school year that they've done nothing but party since their last class. I don't get it. The year isn't over yet. We just have a two week break from classes to study for finals. You'd think they'd be taking this time to study, but to them, it's already summer.

The workers in the dining hall have been nice enough to bring me snacks while I study, and new bottles of water when mine seem to get low. It makes me dread the next few months when school will be out of session and the dining hall will be closed. Not just because I can't afford to feed myself, but because I won't get to see the sweet workers until we come back in fall. Thankfully, school is only out for three months, but it still sucks. Three months of almost no food money, three months of no work unless I can find somethinghiringjust for the summer.

So far, no luck. It's looking dangerously close to me having to go home for the summer like Carlie is. But I think I'd rather rack up some credit card debt that I can't pay in order to not go home. It wouldn't be much, just the money to eat. I make sure my rent and other bills are covered year round with my school job.

Thank goodness for being taught money management as a kid. It was driven into my brain from such a young age that I'm not sure I could stray from my ways if I tried. My entire life, it was "20% of every check must be put in savings." It sounds nice when you can afford to live.

But my bills take up almost every cent I make. I have sixty dollars a month to eat and afford the bus. There is no savings. A few times over this school year, students have tipped me for helping them find their books. I know I should have been responsible and saved the money, but I was so excited to afford gluten-free cookies or even some extra proteins for the month. But I get it. Being financially stable is important.

I know it's stupid but for once I'd like to buy brand new jeans rather than thrifted. I'd like to buy name brand cookies, or go to a concert, splurge on coffee in the mornings, or take a vacation. I haven't been on a vacation since before puberty. The whole friend group goes to Miami every year for spring break. The whole group except me, that is. I wonder what it's like to have rich parents...

"Bitch." I hear, looking up to see Carlie, Sean, Shelby, and a few others standing in front of me. I pick my head up from my laptop, smiling at everyone. Shelby looks away from me, but I have to ignore it. I have to pretend it doesn't sting that she only acknowledges me when my face is between her legs. But I can't think about that right now, not with the whole friend group staring at me. "What's up?" I ask sweetly. If Shelby won't look at me, I won't look at her. So, my focus is on Carlie and Sean. Mostly Carlie, who shifts her weight onto her hip and smiles at me. "We're going out tonight." She announces. I just nod. "That's great." Itellher. It doesn't affect me, I'll be spending the evening alone.

I splurged last week, skipping a few grocery essentials to afford a birthday cake for myself. It's in the freezer, gluten-free, vegan strawberry cake with vegan cream cheese icing. It cost far more than I should have spent, especially knowing I'll be eating it alone. But I only turn twenty-one once, right? I knew I'd be spending my birthday alone anyway. It's tomorrow. Saturday. I know the whole group will go to some campus party or bar hopping like they always do. I anticipated that, I didn't count on any of my friends to want to be there for me.

"No, you're going with us. We're going to have dinner and then bar hop after midnight for your birthday!" Sean says. Wait, he remembered? Literally, any of them did? Part of me is flattered, the other part knows this is just an excuse for them to party. "I can't." I say quietly. I have five dollars in my bank account, and the only cash I have is a crumbled twenty at the bottom of my purse. I refuse to assume any of them will pay for me, I know that's not how this friendship works. It’s never worked like that for me, sure I’ve seen Carlie pay for Sean a few times and vice-versa, but never for me.