Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her surprise, one of her housemates turn...
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1 MONTH LATER
It's been a month since the things between me and Noah started. Night drives became our weekend routine. Eating in a good restaurant and then getting me ice cream. Finger fucking me in a dark alley, eating my lips, squeezing and sucking my boobs until they get sour but the thing is things haven't accelerated till sex. He always speaks about me turning 20 and then he will show his demonic side.
Whenever he speaks about it all can I do is imagine and not experience. I have accepted about wanting him but he always ends the conversation saying my 19-year-old vagina isn't ready. It's not like I don't know how sex is done. I have read about it in books and the way they treat their girls makes me wet between my thighs.
College life isn't going as smoothly as I'd hoped. Noah keeps rejecting girls left and right, and I've overheard them gossiping and cursing me behind my back. On the bright side, after that wild party, I've found a solid group of friends. The girls in the group are amazing, and I've spent many nights hanging out and staying over with them. Among them, Liz and I have formed the strongest bond.
I've confided in Liz about everything that's been going on, and she always giggles about it. She keeps mentioning a girl named Ivy, but she never elaborates. Whenever I press for details, she just says it's Noah's story to tell.
I really want to ask Noah about this girl Ivy. But then I think, who am I to him? We only have this deal where we share our bodies because our sexual connection is undeniable. Sure, he makes me feel special, but does that mean we are anything more than what we are now? I don't know where we stand or if he even wants something more.
But today, I've decided. I'm going to ask him. I'm going to ask him who Ivy is.
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I was reading my novel when I heard my balcony doors getting opened and him entering. I was lying on my back so I couldn't turn and look back but and got spanked.
"What was this for?" I asked him, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
He pulled me onto his lap, his eyes locking onto mine with an intense gaze. "They looked tempting," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, unable to help the reaction he always seemed to provoke in me. As he leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from mine, I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him gently.
"I want to talk about something," I said, trying to steady my voice despite the flutter in my stomach.
"I'm listening, kitten. Go ahead," he murmured, his lips brushing against my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
"Who is...?" I started, but my voice faltered.
"Who is what, kitten?" he asked, his mouth trailing down my neck, making it hard to concentrate.
