Luna

Amber stood in front of her dorm room mirror, adjusting the black choker around her neck. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her pale face. She wore a loose black top that hugged her curves just enough to be tantalizing, ripped jeans that showed off her rebellious streak, and a long cardigan with lace edges that gave her an ethereal look. Dark eyeliner accentuated her green eyes, making them seem more intense, more mysterious. She checked her reflection one last time before grabbing her phone and slipping out of her room.

Luna's house was a charming, ivy-covered cottage nestled just a short walk from the campus. The quaint residence had been left to her by her parents when they moved away, and it exuded an air of quiet solitude and nostalgic warmth. The front yard was adorned with vibrant flowers that swayed gently in the breeze, their colors a stark contrast to the autumnal hues that were beginning to creep into the landscape. A cobblestone path led up to the wooden door, which bore the marks of time with its weathered finish.

Amber arrived at the house, her breath visible in the crisp evening air. She approached the door, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The brass doorbell was polished to a shine, and she hesitated for a moment before pressing it. The chime echoed softly within the house, a sound that seemed to reverberate with the memories of years gone by.

The door creaked open, revealing Luna standing there with a welcoming smile. "Hey, you made it," she said, stepping aside to let Amber in.

"Come on in," Luna replied, her warm, vibrant tone filling the space. Amber stepped inside to find Luna lounging on her bed, her long, sleek black hair fanning out behind her like a dark waterfall. Her bronzed skin glowed under the dim light, adorned with colorful tattoos that told stories of their own. Luna wore a flowing tie-dye dress that seemed to move with her every breath, paired with an array of beaded bracelets that clinked softly as she shifted.

"Hey, rebel girl," Luna greeted, a playful smile lighting up her face. "What’s the plan for tonight?"

Amber shrugged, dropping onto the bed beside her friend. "Just thought we could catch up. You know, talk about old times before things got... complicated."

Luna raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Complicated? That sounds ominous. Care to elaborate?"

Amber sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You remember how innocent I was at the beginning of the year? Like, I had only slept with a few boyfriends, right?"

Luna nodded, her expression serious now. "Yeah, I do. So what happened?"

Amber hesitated, glancing away. "Well, let's just say my sexual escapades have taken a wild turn. I mean, I went from being almost a virgin to... well, let's just say I've been around."

Luna's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer. "Wait, what? Amber, what are you talking about?"

Amber stood up abruptly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She walked over to her friend's mini-fridge and grabbed two cans of strong drink, tossing one to Luna before popping the tab on her own. Taking a deep gulp, she turned back to face her friend, trying to steady her nerves. "I don't even know where to start. It's all been so crazy."

Luna took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Amber's. "Start with the first one. Who was it?"

Amber swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the drink. "Hugh. The janitor. He's this gross, old pervert who—"

"Hold on," Luna interrupted, her voice incredulous. "The janitor? As in, the creepy guy who always stares at us whenever we walk by?"

Amber nodded, her cheeks burning hotter. "Yeah, him. He invited me to his place and... well, he fucked me hard all night."

Luna's mouth dropped open, her shock palpable. "Are you serious? Amber, that's insane!"

Amber took another gulp of her drink, the **** dulling the edge of her embarrassment. "Believe me, I know. But that's not all. There was also a taxi driver I... well, I blew him just because I felt like it."

Luna blinked, her mind clearly racing to keep up. "A taxi driver? Just like that?"

Amber nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. And then there was Oswald. This freshman kid who tried to bribe me with some shady photo. I ended up fucking him so hard that he cried like a little bitch. I loved it."

Luna's eyes were wide, her breathing shallow. "Amber, this is—I don't even know what to say."

Amber sat down heavily on the bed, her hands trembling slightly. "And then there was Earl. This creepy old man from the camp. He took me to a cabin and spent weeks trying to get me pregnant. I thought he had a vasectomy, but turns out he lied about that too."

Luna listened, her jaw hanging open, completely taken aback by the revelations. "Amber, you were almost a virgin at the beginning of the year. How did this happen to you?"

Amber looked at her friend, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of desperation. "I don't know, Luna. I feel like honey for old perverts now. Like I attract them or something."

Luna placed a comforting hand on Amber's shoulder. "But are you enjoying it? I mean, you sound like you are, but..."

Amber met her friend's gaze, a small, defiant smile curling her lips. "Honestly? Yeah, I'm really enjoying it. Maybe it's the thrill, maybe it's the danger, but... I can't deny that it feels good."

Luna's expression softened, a mix of excitement and concern flickering in her eyes. "Well, whatever it is, I support you. We're friends, and friends stick together no matter what."

Amber felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, and she raised her can in a toast. "To us, and to living life on our terms."

Luna clinked her can against Amber's, a determined glint in her eye. "To us."

As they drank, Luna's curiosity got the better of her. "So, any other details you haven't mentioned yet? I mean, I feel like there's more to this story."

Amber hesitated, a mischievous glint entering her eye. "Well, there is one more thing. But you have to promise not to judge."

Luna nodded eagerly, her interest peaked. "Cross my heart."

Amber leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "I was arrested once. Alone in a cell. And there was this guard..."