Unheard Pleasures (A Collection of Short Erotics)

Sophia’s living room smelled like vanilla candles and fresh laundry. We finished the enzyme model around 8:30—finally got the pH stable, the reaction curve looking almost textbook. She hit “save” on the presentation file, leaned back on the couch, and grinned like we’d just won the Nobel.

She closed the laptop and the living room felt small, freer, breathable

Yes It took some time and sweat. But the enzyme model was done, finally; graphs clean, data finally cooperating.

Sophia leaned back into the couch cushions, and let out a soft, relieved laugh.

“We actually pulled it off.” She says with a genuine smile

I grinned, the knot in my chest loosening for the first time all day. “You pulled it off. I was mostly moral support.”

She turned toward me, knees bumping mine, dark curls falling over one shoulder. The fairy lights from the hallway spilled faint gold across her face. She bit her lip, small, nervous habit I’d noticed in class and looked down at her hands.

“You’ve been… different lately,” she said quietly. “Like you’re carrying something heavy. I don’t want to pry, but… if you want to stay a little longer, I’m okay with that. I like having you here.”

I could feel the energy in the atmosphere rising. I could smell her vanilla shampoo mixed with the faint citrus of whatever body wash she used. My pulse kicked up.

I reached over slowly, and brushed a curl off her cheek. She didn’t pull away. Her breath hitched, eyes flicking up to mine

“Sophia…”

She closed the gap first -- lips brushing mine like she was asking permission. I answered by kissing her back, soft at first, testing. She sighed into it, small and shaky, and that sound undid something in me.

We stayed like that for long minutes: slow kisses, hands learning curves through clothes. Her fingers trembled when they slid under my shirt, tracing my ribs slowly. I pulled her closer, guiding her onto my lap. She straddled me carefully, leggings soft against my jeans, and rocked once, hesitant, experimental. I felt how warm she was even through layers.

“You okay?” I murmured against her mouth.

She nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. Just… nervous. In a good way.”

I kissed her neck, slow open-mouthed presses, and she tilted her head back with a quiet whimper. My hands slipped under her shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. No bra. Her nipples were already hard. She arched into my touch, breath coming faster.

We pulled clothes off piece by piece, her blazer, my hoodie, her button-up, my T-shirt, the more deeper we went, the harder I felt. When she was down to just her leggings, she hesitated, arms crossing over her chest.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, meaning it. She blushed harder but let her arms drop.

I tugged the waistband down. No panties. She was glistening, slick, swollen, visibly wet, even dripping. The sight made my mouth water.

“Sophia…” I groaned.

She hid her face in my neck. “Don’t say anything. Just… touch me.”

I did. Fingers sliding through her folds, circling her clit slow. Finger dipping deeper in her pussy, teeth biting hard on her hard nipples, tasting her juices . She trembled, hips rocking into my hand, little gasps escaping every time I pressed harder.

When I slipped one finger inside her, she clenched immediately, hot, tight and dripping wet

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you. deeper, and don't stop”

We moved to her bedroom without a word. Fairy lights glowed soft above the bed. She lay back, legs parting shyly. I took a glance at the wet dripping beauty, bit my lips a little. I kissed down her body-- collarbone, breasts, stomach, until I was between her thighs. I licked her slow, savoring every shiver, every juice, every quiet moan she tried to swallow. She came on my tongue with a muffled cry, I swallow everything clean off her plate, fingers twisted in my hair, pressing my head down

Then she pulled me up, hands shaking as she pushed my jeans down. “Inside me. Please.”

I rolled on a condom from her nightstand drawer-she’d bought them “just in case,” she admitted with an embarrassed laugh. When I pushed in, slow inch by inch, she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. She was soaked, taking me easily, but still so tight it made my head spin in estacy

We moved together. Gentle at first, then deeper, her legs wrapping around me. She buried her face in my neck, whispering my name in estacy I rubbed her clit in time with my thrusts until she came again all over my hard dick, clenching around me so hard I followed right after, groaning into her hair. I made sure to suck every single drop of it

We stayed tangled for a while, breathing hard. She curled against my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Round two?” she asked softly, almost too quiet to hear.

I checked the time; 9:12. Later than I thought.

“I should probably head back soon,” I said, but I didn’t move.

She looked up, eyes hopeful and shy. “Just a little longer? We can be quick.”

We did it, again

We weren’t quick.

Round two was slower, face-to-face, her on top this time. She rode me carefully, finding her rhythm, small whimpers every time she sank down fully. I held her hips, letting her set the pace. When she came, she collapsed forward, trembling, and I flipped us so I could finish deep inside her, still protected though, but the intimacy of it hit different.

Afterward she dozed against me. I waited until her breathing evened out, then slipped away carefully. Kissed her temple. Left a note on her desk: *Text me when you wake up. Tonight was… incredible.*

It was

The drive home was quiet. Guilt sat heavy in my gut, mixing with the afterglow. Sophia felt safe, real. The twins felt like a drug I couldn’t quit. Like an addiction.

I parked, crept up the stairs, pushed my bedroom door open.

The room was dark.

I flicked the light switch.

Chloe and Cassie. On my bed~completely naked.

Chloe lounged against the headboard, legs spread casually, one hand resting between her thighs like she’d been touching herself while waiting. Cassie sat beside her, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, eyes red and glassy.

The air felt heavy with sexual hormones

“Had fun with Sophia?” Cassie saids, hurt and jealousy flashed in her eyes