With Vanessa sitting across from me, showing her straight, extremely white teeth, I felt a slight but uncomfortable tightness in my stomach. Her smile didn't seem innocent; there was something hidden behind it, a silent intention beneath that overly perfect expression. Some people sitting nearby began to cast curious glances, whispering among themselves. After all, it was rare—almost unthinkable—to see Vanessa interacting so directly with another student on campus. She had always been distant, cold, untouchable. Nathan remained completely silent, simply watching the scene closely, as if trying to understand what was going on.
"Hello, Vanessa," I replied as naturally as I could manage, ignoring both the curious looks and the growing discomfort inside me.
"You still owe me your contact information, remember?" she said, tilting her head slightly, maintaining that provocative smile.
Yes, I remembered. That had been the excuse I myself had come up with to start a conversation with her at some point in the future. I just never imagined she would use it against me—and definitely not like this.
"You left so quickly yesterday… I was a little sad," Vanessa continued, now using an almost whiny voice, pouting slightly.
That only made my discomfort grow. Vanessa was definitely not the kind of woman who would act like that without a very calculated reason. Even though we had slept together, we weren't close enough for that kind of emotional intimacy. Casual sex was normal these days—nothing more than that. To me, her behavior felt forced, rehearsed. Still, I decided to play along, just to see where this would lead.
"I'm sorry," I replied, using the most sincere tone I could. "I was in a bit of a rush to get home… you saw the state my clothes were in. I didn't want to hurt you."
"You're forgiven," she said softly. "What are you doing after lunch?"
"Well, I still have about an hour and a half before my next class. I'll probably go to a café just to kill some time."
Normally, I had lunch at noon and took about twenty to thirty minutes to eat. Since my next class was only at two in the afternoon, there was always that dead time left over. If it were exam week, I'd probably go to the library to review. But like a true procrastinator, I left everything for the last minute, studying the day before and pulling all-nighters.
"If you're not doing anything… would you like to spend some time together? Just the two of us," she emphasized, briefly glancing at Nathan. "I wanted to talk to you."
Before I could answer, Nathan spoke up.
"It's fine, Luke. I have my internship today, don't worry."
I smiled faintly. I had been about to refuse Vanessa's invitation, because I didn't want to leave Nathan alone—after all, he was my friend. But the way everything lined up felt… a little too convenient.
"Perfect," Vanessa said, standing up naturally. "If you're done eating, we can go."
I looked at her plate and noticed she had barely touched her food. In the end, Nathan stood up, and so did I. I felt several people watching us, especially Sofia. They were probably surprised to see me walking so close to Vanessa. She made a point of crossing the entire cafeteria at my side, our shoulders just inches apart, almost touching. I completely ignored the looks—I never really cared what people thought.
I said goodbye to Nathan and was left alone with Vanessa.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I just remembered I need to grab something from my car," she replied. "We can talk there too. After all, no one gets into someone else's car, right?"
I walked with Vanessa to the parking lot. Unlike the morning, at that hour the campus was full of life. Groups of students spread across the lawn, classmates laughing loudly, people sneaking cigarettes, athletes training, people coming and going. When we reached the parking lot, we stopped in front of an Onix, the latest model. I'll admit I expected something flashier, given her financial situation. But taste is taste—who was I to judge?
Vanessa opened the back door and, without hesitation, pulled me inside. Her sweet, feminine perfume instantly filled my nose. Even though I'm not a big fan of the Onix, the interior was nice, modern, and fairly spacious. Vanessa grabbed some papers from the seat and put them into her bag—probably some college assignment.
"So… what did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend," she said without hesitation.
"What?" I asked, doubting my own ears.
Vanessa then began to explain. Her father had recently arranged a marriage completely against her will. What surprised me most was that things like that still existed nowadays. According to her, her father wanted to form a partnership with a very influential company in the city, and the way to seal the deal was through marriage. Her idea was simple: if she already had a boyfriend, she couldn't get married.
She didn't go into detail about the real reasons behind that union, but I was almost certain it involved the mafia—matters I definitely didn't want to be involved in.
"Look, Vanessa… this could be a little complicated," I replied, trying not to refuse outright.
"Are you rejecting me?" she asked, frowning slightly.
I was completely cornered. If I refused, I could end up creating a dangerous enemy tied to the mafia. If I accepted, I'd be directly involving myself with the Russian mafia. For a moment, I deeply regretted going to that party on Saturday. If I had stayed home, none of this would be happening.
"You know… there are advantages to being my 'fake boyfriend,'" she said, moving closer, her voice low and seductive.
Vanessa gave a slight smile and slowly ran her hand across my chest, moving downward toward my groin. I wanted to protest, to say something, but my actions froze when I felt her hand slip into my pants, accompanied by a devilish whisper in my ear.
"We can have a lot of sex… you want that, don't you?"
"Vanessa…" I tried to say something, but lust was already taking over my mind.
"What we did on Saturday was nothing," she continued. "I'll give you a taste."
She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, exposing my already half-hard cock. Her simple touch was enough to make me fully erect.
"Big… I like it," Vanessa murmured.
My cock was about 8.6 inches, well above average.
"Let's start."
A wave of intense pleasure took over my body. Vanessa's pink lips slid down to halfway along my cock, creating a hot, overwhelming sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before. Then came the suction, combined with the movement of her tongue around the glans.
Her lips moved up and down in steady motions. The explicit sound of sucking filled the inside of the car. The mix of receiving my first blowjob and the adrenaline of possibly being caught in the college parking lot, in broad daylight, made everything even more intense.
"Vanessa…" I whispered her name between breaths.
I ran my hand through her hair, stroking it as she continued, growing more aggressive with each movement. I wanted to keep going, to hold it in as long as possible, because it felt too good. But the fear of being seen forced me to try to regain reason in an irrational situation.
"I'm going to cum, Vanessa…"
I warned her. Instead of stopping, she kept going until her mouth was completely filled with my seed. The wave of pleasure surged through my entire body, ending in a deep sigh. Vanessa swallowed every last drop and slowly stood up.
"I'm counting on you, my new boyfriend," she said with a satisfied smile.
I didn't protest. I just accepted it.
...
(POV ???)
It was late at night, in a dark, silent room.
"What was that bitch doing with my Luke?"
A woman opened the door of her wardrobe. Inside, there were no clothes or common items. Only several photos of Luke, all decorated with drawn hearts, indicating an unhealthy obsession. She picked one photo at random and kissed it lovingly.
"I'll make you mine… no matter the cost," she said, her eyes darkened with obsession.