Sofie
I suck the tip between my lips, pressing them hard around the shaft while I moisten it with my saliva.
Then, I take it between my teeth and bite down. Hard.
"Holy fuck, Sofie," Chloe says with a horrified laugh. "Remind me to never take blowjob advice from you."
"You're the one everyone calls Blowie Chloe." I slip the end of my ink pen out of my mouth and wink at her. "Shouldn't you be the one handing out advice?"
"Stop sucking your pen like it's a cock, for starters." she says, grabbing my surrogate phallus away from me and setting it down on the practice exam I'm supposed to be doing right now. "And less teeth. But honestly? You're the one who's sucked three cocks this week. You'll have my title in no time, Blowie Sofie."
I shake my head, taking a long sip of the pumpkin spice latte I splurged on. I don't treat myself to Starbucks often, but when I'm studying for killer exams, I make sure I find ways to treat myself.
"I've only sucked two this week," I correct her. "Oliver has yet to receive his…unfortunately."
Honestly, right now I wouldn't mind taking another crack at Oliver's foot-long cock and his fiery ginger curls. It would make for a great break in Bio Chem.
"Maybe you can suck Professor Gladstone off while you wait," Chloe suggests. "Soften him up for us."
"I don't know how you're giving blowjobs these days," I tease, "but usually when I go down, they only get harder."
Her lips fall open as her jaw drops. She throws a balled-up sheet of discarded notes at me, looking outraged but amused.
"Okay, I deserved that," I giggle, shielding myself with my hands as the paper ball flies right between them and hits me in the forehead. "I'll admit, it does seem like Gladstone needs to uh, get his rocks off, so to speak."
"And you are the ho who's taking unlimited cock right now," Chloe reminds me. "Chop chop, Sofie. Get to sucking."
She picks up my pen and pantomimes exactly how I might get us a better grade on this test, but I'm not sold.
"I'm the ho who's taking exactly three cocks right now," I remind her, which is as weird of a sentence to say as it probably is to read. A month ago, I was getting no cock at all! "Four is…too many."
"Then you'd probably hit these books a little harder, Sof."
She surrenders my pen back over to me and I give in to peer pressure.
I study.
Or, at least, I try to.
See, here's the problem: I can totally read the words on this page. I can read the questions. Probably, I even know the answers. But every time I put pen to paper, my mind comes up entirely blank.
Then that blank fills in with Lucas' gravelly, ever-so-Southern voice. Elijah's Superman chin and intense, sparkling eyes. Oliver's charming laugh and his big, broad shoulders.
I'm missing Oliver's shoulders so much right now that I can vividly imagine pushing the exam away and laying my head down on his chest instead, resting my head and drifting off to a comfortable—
"Sofie," Chloe says, startling me out of my daydream. "Your eyes are more glazed over than a box full of Krispy Kremes. And I know that you don't feel the same way about Bio Chem as you do about donuts."
"Ugh," I moan, throwing the pen down again. "It's just them, Chloe! Elijah and Lucas and Oliver. They're in my head and it makes it hard to think."
"Would it help if they were in your panties instead?"
I cringe a little.
"Honestly? I wasn't even sexy fantasizing just then."
"NO!" Chloe says, looking aghast.
"I know!" I whine. "Chloe, I'm catching feelings! Help!"
"Look." She grabs me by my shoulders and shakes me like she's trying to make nickels fall out of my pockets. "You've gotta study, babe, or else you're going to fail, and I won't have anyone to copy Latin notes off of anymore. Okay?"
"But Lucas and Oliver and Eli—”
"Will be working for you one of these days as long as you don't flunk out first," Chloe reassures me.
"Then, you can just keep all three of them beneath your desk like the good boy toys they've always longed to be. They'll take turns going down on you all day while you take conference calls and save the world. Sound good?"
I swallow. Hard.
"Sounds too good to be true," I admit.
"Yeah, well, if you don't pass Gladstone's murder-test, it will be," Chloe says with determined certainty. "Do it for your pussy, Sofie. She deserves it."
We both laugh at that and return to the practice exam.
Do it for my pussy? That's all the motivation I'll ever need.
But as soon as I touch pen to paper again, there's a knock at our door.
"Pizza?" I say hopefully.
"Nah. That won't be here until five." Chloe shoots me a saucy look. Just, not pizza saucy like I was hoping for. "I bet it's Oliver. Sloppy thirds!"
"I'm not sloppy," I pout, getting up and grabbing the door.
As soon as I open it, I wish I’d have just left it closed.
"Sofie," Greg says with smile so slick I could put it in a petri dish and turn it in for my slime mold project. "Such a pleasure to see you again."
"It's not mutual," I say, moving to slam the door on his face.
I think I've made it abundantly clear at this point that I don't like Greg. Chloe knows it. I can tell by the look on her face that she's just as pissed as I am to see him here.
It’s pretty clear to everyone that I don’t want to see Greg again. Oliver, Eli and Lucas know it. That's why they got his ass tossed out of the restaurant during our date the other night.
Even Greg knows it. Definitely. I’ve rubbed it sufficiently on his face. He knows it in three different languages. He has been completely briefed on the fact that I never want to see him again.
But instead of fucking off, he brought flowers. And instead of letting me slam the door in his face, he gets his foot in the door.
"Sofie. Don't be cruel," he implores.
Because let's get one thing straight right now: Greg never says anything to be simply saying something. Every word out of his slimy little mouth is another move at manipulating me.
"‘Cruel’ would be holding you down and making you eat those roses," I say flatly. "Instead, I think I'll just call the police."
I'm raising my cellphone to do just that when Greg snatches it out of my hand. When I reach to get it back, I dive face first into a mouthful of roses instead.
"That wouldn't be very kind, Sofie," he coos like I've somehow hurt his poor sociopath feelings. "I'm just here for what was promised to me."
"An ass-kicking so firm and well-deserved that you have to get one of those hemorrhoid pillows to sit down comfortable again?" Chloe shouts over my shoulder. Helpfully.
"No," Greg says. I can hear the annoyance in his voice. "Our date. I already paid for you, Sofie. Or don't you remember? It's going to be hard for all those poor little orphans to get my donation check to clear when you haven't delivered on your end of the bargain."
I feel my mouth fill with bile. All I want to do right now is roll it all up on my tongue and spit it right in Greg's nasty, hook-nosed face.
So I do. Without even thinking about it. It hits him right in his stupid nose and drips down onto his chin.
"You shouldn't have done that, you fucking whore," Greg sneers.
"Ah, yeah, well, she did," Chloe says, diving between us as an enraged Greg comes at me.
Chloe isn't just disarming with her words. She also makes a point of getting my phone out of Greg's villainous clutches and back into my hands where it belongs.
"In normal people language, that's generally a cue to leave."
"I didn't come here to leave empty-handed." Greg looks like he'd be happiest if he could have his hands squeezing our necks right now.
"Well, in that case," Chloe says, grabbing the roses from me and shoving them back in his face. "Ah! Look at that. Your hands are full now."
"I'm going to make you pay for this, Sofie," Greg snarls, diving for the door.
"Forget it, Greg," Chloe smirks. "It's only Chinatown!"
A look of total confusion passes over Greg's face. It doesn't make him look any more attractive.
"But this is Manhattan?" he says, bemused, as Chloe shuts the door in his face.
"I don't know what you ever saw in him." She shakes her head and leans up against the door as Greg's fists rain down on it. "It's like the kid's never seen a movie in his entire life."
"Too plebeian," I agree, resting up against the door next to her. "He might see something too humanizing and have a genuine feeling for once. Like, can you imagine?"
"Ah, well," Chloe laughs. "There's always British documentaries and torture porn."
"He's going to make some woman perfectly miserable someday," I giggle.
“I can hear you!” Greg shouts through the door.
The door shakes against us while he continues to wail on it, but he's not going to get it to budge in his favor at this rate.
When Chloe and I put our minds to something, there's not a lot you can do to stop us. If only we enjoyed studying for Bio Chem as much as we do insulting my shitty ex, huh?
But this isn’t all giggles and cheap digs at Greg, either. As I hear him storm off, I can’t help but feel like this isn’t the last I’m going to hear of this.
Greg’s footsteps fade away, but he leaves a bad taste in my mouth and an ache in my stomach as it fills with dread.