Walk to her dorm

The walk across campus felt exciting. The weeks of the buildup finally coming to its peak. My phone was already in my hand before I even reached the quad, thumb scrolling until I found Marcus's number. He picked up on the second ring, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Just checking in," I said casually, keeping my stride steady. "Wanted to see if you could hangout tonight."

"Yeah, probably not man. We're setting up for the youth retreat this weekend. Probably gonna be here until at least eleven. If you wanted you could swing by and help out."

"Maybe, I got something to do real quick and then I’ll see if I could head over."

"Totally. Catch you later."

I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket, a smirk tugging at my lips. Perfect.

Amy's dorm building loomed ahead, I took the stairs two at a time, heart pounding with anticipation. The most excited I’ve been to fuck someone in a long time. When I reached her door, I didn't hesitate—just knocked, firm and confident.

The door cracked open, and there she was. Amy. Her eyes went wide the second she saw me standing there, her mouth parting in surprise. She was wearing that same oversized t-shirt from before, the fabric thin enough that I could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against it.

"You—" she started, but I didn't let her finish.

"Ready to sit on my cock?" I asked, voice low and direct.

Her face flushed instantly, a deep red spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard, her hand gripping the edge of the door like she might slam it shut. "I... what?"

She didn't move to let me in, but she didn't close the door either. The conflict was written all over her face—shock, hesitation, and something else flickering behind her eyes. Arousal. Curiosity.

"That... that really was you?" she asked after a long pause, her voice barely above a whisper. "In the video? The one you sent?"

Instead of answering with words, I stepped closer, letting my body fill the doorway. My hand moved to the front of my jeans, pressing against the thick outline of my erection straining against the fabric. I rubbed slowly, deliberately, giving her a clear view of just how hard I was.

Amy's eyes dropped immediately, widening as she took in the shape pressing against my zipper. Her lips parted again, and I could see her throat bob as she swallowed hard.

"Fuck," she breathed, almost involuntarily. Her fingers tightened on the doorframe.

I could see the war happening behind her eyes. The good girlfriend, the faithful one Marcus thought she was, battling against the part of her that had watched that video on repeat. The part that had sent me her own explicit clips in return. The part that was already getting wet just from seeing me at her door.

"Everything's fine," I said softly, stepping just inside the threshold. "It's all in good fun. Pleasure. Marcus never has to know. You can still be exactly what he thinks you are—the good, faithful girlfriend. Just with a little secret. Something that's yours."

Amy's breathing had gone shallow. She glanced over her shoulder into the empty room, then back at me. Her nipples were visibly hard now, poking against the thin cotton of her shirt. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, thighs pressing together.

"I shouldn't," she whispered, but there was no conviction in it. Her eyes kept drifting back to my cock, outlined so clearly through my jeans.

"But you want to," I countered, reaching out to trace a finger along her collarbone, exposed by the loose neckline. "You've been thinking about it since you saw that video. Since you’ve been hiding your secret messenger from Marcus for weeks. Since you recorded yourself shaking your ass and sending it to a random phone number."

She didn't deny it. Instead, she took a shaky step back, creating just enough space for me to slip inside. I closed the door behind me, the click of the lock echoing in the small room.

Amy stood there, frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes kept flicking between my face and the bulge in my pants, like she couldn't decide which was more dangerous.

"Marcus is... he's a good guy," she said weakly, but her body was already betraying her. She was leaning toward me, not away.

"And you'll still be his good girl," I promised, moving closer until we were almost touching. "Just not right now. Right now, you're mine."

My hand found her waist, sliding under the hem of her shirt to touch bare skin. She shivered at the contact, her breath catching in her throat.

"Say it," I murmured, my thumb stroking the soft skin just above her hip. "Tell me you want to sit on my cock."

Amy's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her internal battle playing out across her features. When she opened them again, something had shifted. The hesitation was still there, but it was being overpowered by something stronger. Need. Desire. The thrill of the forbidden.

"I..." she started, then stopped. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I want to sit on your cock."

The words came out barely audible, but they were enough. I grinned, pulling her closer, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

"Good girl," I praised, my hand sliding lower to cup her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. "I already called Marcus. He’s busy until later tonight. We have all the time in the world"

Amy's breath hitched as my fingers squeezed, and I could feel her resolve crumbling completely. She was mine now—another secret to add to the collection. Another woman who'd chosen pleasure over loyalty, at least for tonight.

And as I guided her toward the bed, her body already responding to my touch, I knew this was just the beginning of what we'd do together while Marcus remained blissfully unaware at the church.