Drop off her mom and head back to the dorm

The drive back to campus is quiet except for Mrs. Morgan’s sleepy humming from the backseat. You keep one hand on the wheel and the other on Sarah’s thigh, but your mind keeps flashing to Mia’s bare tits and the way she winked like she already owned a piece of you. Mrs. Morgan thanks you for dinner when you drop her at the hotel, gives Sarah a quick hug, and disappears inside. The second the door shuts behind her, Sarah turns to you with that look—the one that says she’s been waiting all night.

Back in your dorm the lights stay off. Clothes come off fast. Sarah’s mouth finds yours, her hands already tugging at your belt. You push her onto the bed and she spreads for you without a word. Her pussy is warm and tight when you slide in, the first time in months you’ve been inside the girl everyone thinks you belong to. She gasps, nails digging into your shoulders.

You fuck her steady, deep, the way you know she likes. She moans your name, legs locking around your waist, and when she cums it’s loud and sudden—her whole body shaking, pussy pulsing around your cock. You keep going, driving through her orgasm until you feel that familiar rush and unload inside her, thick and hot, filling her up while she’s still twitching.

Sarah’s breathing hard, eyes wide. “Holy shit,” she whispers, “you’ve gotten so much better.” She laughs, half-dazed, and pulls you down for a kiss, completely unaware that every thrust tonight was powered by memories of Mia’s teasing flash, Rachel’s married cunt, and the filthy rush of every secret fuck you’ve had behind her back.