Falling deeper into submission

We lean back on the head of Vi's dorm bed. She's scrolling through Instagram reels, showing me her most recent saves. We laugh together and just chill for once. The giggles and conversation from the bed across the room indicate the same thing happening with the other couple.

"You guys want ice cream or frozen yogurt or some shit?" Sai asks as he and Ari swing their legs off the bed and start to stand up with micro stretches. Vi and I both shake our heads. He shrugs, "Your loss, we'll be back." They leave the dorm, their hands clasped together.

"Popcorn?"

I nod.

Vi nimbly shoots off the bed and to the cupboard in the kitchenette. She leans on the table and watches as the popcorn starts to warm up in the low hum of the microwave.

The shortness of her shorts—technically my shorts—the small logo of the soccer club I played for back home embroidered on the cut, her long legs, the slight definition in her thigh when she shifts her weight. Her toned but still somehow curvy hips into her thin torso and erupting into those, straining-to-be-free-of-her-shirt breasts. I can barely handle it.

"Where d-did you go... yesterday, I mean..."

Her eyes snap to the side. She turns ever so slightly, her face reddens, and she loses a fraction of her swagger. She puts her hands up innocently. "I know we hadn't discussed it but..."

I gulp. My cock hardens beneath the bed as she sits down on the edge of the bed and puts a hand on my leg.

"I went over to Max's... I was just going to show off for him... maybe take a photo of him and send it to you. But Ed was at his place... they must've been drinking or smoking or something because they flirted with me so hard... they were shirtless, I didn't want to be the odd one out..." She sighs deeply and looks me straight in the eye. "I fucked them, Erik. For like two hours." She studies my face. She reaches out and caresses the clear bulge from on top of the blanket now. I don't know how to feel, it's so fucking hot... especially since there was no heads-up from her or anything...

I look up at her face from her legs, and a wave of confusion hits me. Her face is tight and contorted—she’s practically vibrating. She bursts out laughing.

"I'm kidding!!! No, I just came home and did my anatomy assignment." She gives my bulge a little wiggle as she stands back up.

My breathing comes shaky, a mixture of arousal and... disappointment?

She turns again, looking over from the kitchenette and the microwave. "Huh. That's something you want me to do?"

I look over dumbly, "Wha?"

"Do you want me to fuck people, like Max, without telling you? And then just tell you later on, after it's happened?"

She really asks that like it's the most normal question in the world. But I can't deny what every single fiber of my being is screaming.

"Yeah, I do."

The microwave beeps and she giggles, more amused and intrigued than anything else. She shrugs as she opens the microwave door.

"I'll think about it. Usually I tease you about it or it's planned. Y'know, implied consent and all that." She pours the contents of the bag into a bowl, the buttery smell quickly filling the room.

"Are you sure?" She plops back down next to me.

I wrap an arm around her. "Yeah, I am. You have to tell me though. Even if it's days later and you've been teasing me like crazy, or you just drop it on me before a party or something. You have to tell me."

She gives me an almost offended look. "Yeah, well no shit I'd tell you. If I didn't tell you then I'd just be cheating, dummy."

The matter settled, Vi pops the buttery snack into her mouth with a satisfied hum. She grabs a few and coaxes me to open my mouth before sliding them in.

Tastes good.