I’m glowing later, as I walk slowly and aimlessly through the darkened campus back towards my dorm. I feel silly, and alive, and positively scandalous, like I’ve got this wicked little secret that only I know. I pass by other students, and grin to myself as I hug my books tightly to my chest, knowing that they have no idea that the girl walking past them just lost her virginity not thirty minutes before.

Lost her virginity in spectacular fashion, at the hands of her much older, hunky Professor.

On his desk.

The thought has me blushing as the thrill of what just happened rushes through my young body. It’s surreal, and perfect. It’s also naughty, and dirty, and so off-limits, but that’s what makes it even hotter.

God his mouth, that cock.

It’s all I can think about as I shower later, letting my hands wander across my still tingling body and letting them explore the places he touched. I moan softly as my fingers slip inside my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together, imagining I’m keeping his cum deep inside of me.

And all I can think is how much I want it again.

I want all of it all over again.

* * *

“Okay, what’s your deal?”

It’s raining the next day, one day into my new status as a non-virgin.

“Hmm?” I glance up to my roommate Ally, only then blushing as I realize I was totally just staring at the wall with a big dopey smile at my face instead of the book in my hands.

Ally grins conspiratorially at me at me from her bed, arching her brow at me. “You’re all freaking glowy today, and I know it’s not cause you got laid.”

I blush as I roll my eyes at her. “Well what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re Ellie, my wonderful and yet eternally virginal roommate.” Suddenly her eyes widen as she sees the blush on my face. “Oh my God.”

“What?” I say quickly.

“Did- no.” She peers at me for another second before her jaw drops. “Holy shit!”

“What?”

“You did get laid!”

I quickly look down at the book in my hands, my hair cascading around my face as if somehow trying to hide the flush of being caught on my face. “I- I don’t know what you’re-”

“Ellie!” Ally squeals. “Holy shit!” She suddenly wrinkles her face. “Ted?”

I make a face. “God no.”

“Oh thank God,” she says with a laugh. “I’d have killed both of us if you’d waited all this time to give it up to that loser.” She narrows her eyes at me. “So, who?”

“No one,” I say quickly.

“Immaculate loss of virginity huh? That’s a new one.”

I blush. “No, he’s just…”

He’s just twice my age, and my college English professor, and we could both get in serious trouble for this.

“Was it good?”

“YES.” I blush immediately at the force in which I say it, but Ally only devolves into giggles.

“Hey! Don’t get all embarrassed! That’s awesome!” She raises a brow at me again. “So why the secrecy?”

She’s like a bloodhound with this thing.

“Oh, he’s just…”

Off limits? Wrong? My professor? A famous writer? Twice my age?

I don’t answer and Ally just rolls her yes. “Fine, have your secrets, weirdo. Hey, at least you finally got laid.”

And I can’t wait to do it again.

It’s a wicked thought, but I know right then that I want more. I need more, no matter the consequences.

“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.” Ally grins. “You finally joined the club and punched that card.”

Except I know it’s not going to be a one time thing. And I know how cliche it is to even think that, as the naive, inexperienced girl who’s just lost it to the way older, way more worldly guy.  But I know it's not. I might be inexperienced, and new to this, but I know the look in Liam’s eyes. I know the way he looked at me, and I know I need him again.

Ally gets up from her bed. “Anyways, I’m going out tonight, want to come with?”

“Nah, thanks but I’m good.”

“Well, baby steps. We’ll get you to a party yet, Ellie Thompson.”

She goes to her closet and starts to change to go out for the night, and suddenly, I know exactly what I want that night. I know exactly where I’m going as I slip a tiny skirt on after she leaves, pulling on a skin-tight tank top that’s positively scandalous to wear anywhere but in my own bed.

And I know exactly what I want to do as I skip across the darkening campus towards the English building. It’s mostly dark, but there’s an office light on up on the third floor, and I grin as I feel the hungry tingle start to spread through my body.

Time for some more tutoring.