Her Obsession
by @velvetgingerIsabella Torres has the kind of body that stops conversations, and she wears next to nothing to make sure of it—but every day she’s wet and aching for Liam Foster, the shy guy who keeps his earbuds in and his eyes down. While half the school burns with jealousy, desperate to fuck her themselves, she plays the long game: friends first, then slowly, obsessively, making him want her back.
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Library Leaning
The third-floor study alcove is empty except for the hum of the vending machine. Bella slides into the chair beside Liam before he can pull his earbuds out, her bare thigh brushing the armrest. Her crop top rides up as she leans over to see his notebook, the edge of her bra visible, the scent of coconut and sweat warming the air between them. His hand freezes on the page, and she lets her fingertips rest on the back of his wrist, waiting for him to look up.
Photo Promise
She slides his phone from his backpack as he heads for the food line, his palm still warm on hers from the hand-hold she demanded. She opens his contacts, finds her name, and replaces the photo with a new one: herself, topless, nipples covered only by her fingers, a bold smile aimed at the lens. She locks the screen and drops it back just as he returns with two trays, setting one in front of her. He sits, their hands finding each other again under the table, and he says, low and quick, "My birthday party is Friday. You should come." Her fingers tighten on his. "I'll be there."
Post Approval
She props her phone against a pillow, angles her body so the camera catches the curve of her hip, and snaps a shot. Her thumb hovers over send as she types: 'For my next post? Or too much?' The three dots appear, then vanish, then appear again. Her breath catches when his reply comes back: 'Take off the thong. Show them what's mine.'