Texting and calling

We were pretty much done after my throat fucking. As much as Liam and I enjoyed the evening together, he dressed up and went home, not before we shared a tight hug of course.

Once he left, the only thing on my mind were pictures of my bed. Sex was way more tiring than I thought, I definitely needed some rest. But I had a few more people to contact before I could go to sleep.

First of all, I got the most annoying one out of the way. Swiping through the pictures that Liam took during the night, I chose the most smug "I got fucked" photos and sent it to my blackmailer as proof of our activities of the night. God, it was hot as I looked at the photos and recalled the unimaginable pleasure I felt only a few hours ago, the thought causing a shiver to run through my aching body. I was giddy. I needed to tell someone of my night, and there was only one person really who fitted the bill.

-

"Hello?", came the tiny voice from the other end of the phone.

"Hey Jina! Am I bothering you right now?", I asked excitedly.

"Well, I'm currently at work, but as you'd expect it's pretty quiet. What do you want?"

"I did it!", I exclaimed victoriously.

"You asked Liam out?"

"More than that! We did it! We had sex! And it was soooo much better than I imagined!", I confessed proudly. I spent the next fifteen minutes or so recounting my evening to Jina, from how I tried to flirt with Liam, to the last hug we shared before he left. My friend stayed silent the whole time until I was done. In hindsight, I didn't really give her any opportunity to speak until the end.

"Wow...uhhh, congrats I guess?"

"Thanks! I can't find the right words to explain how good it was—"

"I think you've explained more than enough", Jina cut me off sharply. Was that a pang of jealousy in her voice? Or maybe envy? I couldn't really say through the phone. But she was definitely not her usual, unconcerned self.

"S-sorry if I bothered you, I was so excited that I had to get it off my chest", I backtracked, taken aback by her snarky response.

"Well, I'm happy that you got fucked, but you're talking exactly like the sluts you hate so much", she continued to rant.

I stayed silent. As much as her remark was hurtful, it wasn't a lie.

"N-no, I.... sorry", I apologized before hanging up in shame. Jina was right. Why was I so ecstatic after having fucked a guy whom I had just talked to for the first time today? I laid down on a clean part of my bed and stared longingly at the dark wet stains of Liam and I's combined juices, a stark reminder of the night's events, as I mulled over Jina's words.

Was I really going to turn into one of those bitches in heat who just thought about sex 24/7 or...was I one from the beginning, and my blackmailer had just inadvertently made me discover this new facet of myself? A few days ago, I wouldn't even have considered that second option. But after how much I had enjoyed the night, I wasn't so sure anymore.

The only thing I was sure of was that my mood had done a complete 180. Gone was the giddy feeling; instead, I felt confused and upset at myself. Thankfully, a text soon came in to clear up the gloomy vibe a bit.

"Hey Olivia! Just wanted to let u know that I reached home safely. I'll try to catch some sleep, tho it's gonna be hard lol. I'm not sure if I said it earlier, but I rly enjoyed the evening with u", Liam's text read.

I smiled sheepishly. Why was I beating myself up after having hooked up with such a nice guy? Any girl would consider herself lucky to sleep with someone like him. No, I wasn't becoming a whore just because I enjoyed the sexy time I spent with a man who met the standards I expected from my future husband.

With cozier thoughts, I told him that although all three of my holes were incredibly sore, I had really enjoyed the evening and hoped he was okay doing it again.

Liam replied that he would happily have repeat sex with me whenever I wanted. I simply sent him a smirking emoji, and told him that I was glad. And to make it easier for us to meet, I had one more person to call.

-

"Hi Daddy, how are you?"

"Hello honey, I'm fine. Why are you still awake at a time like this? Don't you have classes in the morning tomorrow?" I had sent him my timetable, and despite being a busy person, it looked like my education was very important to him, which made me regret a bit cheating my way till now.

"I was working on an assignment, and I didn't see the time go by", I lied.

"I know you're working hard, but rest is important as well. Don't push youself too much Olivia, okay?", he encouraged me.

"Actually, I'm calling you exactly because of that. I am struggling a bit in one of my classes, and I'm afraid it could affect my GPA. But there is that one guy in my class who is really good at it and always seems to understand the subject better than anyone. So I asked him and he said that he would be willing to tutor me, as long as he gets some income out of it..."

My dad took some time to think. "How good exactly is him? What's his GPA?"

"I don't know, but I can ask him tomorrow."

"Ask him for his transcript. If I get proof that his GPA is over 3.75, he'll get a thousand dollars a week for tutoring you."

Well, that was easier than I thought.

"Really? Thanks a lot, Daddy!"

"I'll do anything for my little princess' education. And it's also good to hear that you've been talking to guys in your class as well. I don't want my daughter to end up becoming an old maid after all!"

"Uhhh, come on Daddy, I told you already, there's barely any good-looking AND well behaved guys here at college— "

"But there still are some", my Dad insisted.

A week ago, I would've probably continued to bicker with him, but after meeting Liam, I would be lying to myself if I said there were none. "Maybe...", I simply said. I could almost feel my Dad's beaming smile through the phone.

"A-anyway, it's late, I need to go to sleep soon. Goodnight Dad."

"Goodnight, honey. Love you."

"Love you too."