Sex in Greenfield City - Part 4
Meanwhile, Natasha and Lana arrived at Lana’s home. Natasha decided not to disclose her encounter with Leo to Lana. She opted instead to make an excuse about meeting an old friend. She headed into the shower, leaving Lana alone in the living room. Lana was still dressed in her outfit from earlier. She occupied herself by scrolling through her phone, unaware of the plans unfolding around her. Natasha undressed. She could still feel the lingering wetness between her legs from her encounter with Leo earlier at the cafe. Her pussy was swollen and inviting, with a small tuft of hair adorning the top. Applying soap liberally, she focused on her sensitive areas, especially her pussy and ample breasts. With a firm grip, she squeezed her breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure as water cascaded over her body. Meanwhile, Lana, engrossed in her phone, was interrupted by the constant beeping of Natasha’s device. She discovered numerous Instagram notifications from an account named ‘Sugar Daddy.’ Curiosity piqued, Lana attempted to unlock Natasha’s phone using her familiar ATM pin. Much to her surprise, she succeeded, gaining access to Natasha’s messages. While Natasha indulged in her shower, Lana delved into her Instagram account. Opening the message from ‘Sugar Daddy,’ she was met with explicit texts. “Baby, I’m horny thinking about you. I can’t wait to put my dick deep inside you. Daddy wants to fuck you so bad.” The final message contained a photo: a throbbing, sizable penis adorned with a hint of grey hair at the top. Lana scrolled further, determined to identify the sender. After a few swipes, she stumbled upon a familiar face—her professor from PHU. Shocked and dismayed, Lana realized the implications of Natasha’s correspondence. Lana delved into Natasha’s digital secrets. Natasha was already lost in her world of arousal. With the memory of Leo’s touch igniting her desire, she didn’t waste a moment. Fingers slick with soap, she parted her swollen lips and plunged them deep into her throbbing pussy. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her thoughts were consumed by the image of Leo ravishing her relentlessly. Meanwhile, Lana’s curiosity peaked as she uncovered Natasha’s explicit messages. The explicit content stirred a forbidden excitement within her. Her heart raced as she opened a lewd photo. The sight of the massive, throbbing member caused a surge of heat between her thighs. It ignited a primal desire within her. With trembling hands, she scrolled through Natasha’s inbox. Her breath hitched as she discovered the sender’s identity — none other than their PHU professor. Lana mulled over her discovery. Natasha’s moans echoed through the bathroom door, signalling her impending release. Lana felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal at the thought of Natasha finding satisfaction without her. Resolving to address the matter, Lana changed into her comfortable pyjamas, preparing herself for the conversation to come. Professor Neil, a 45-year-old divorcee, was Lana’s professor at PHU. However, Natasha had also caught his eye during her occasional walks around the campus. Lana never suspected that Natasha would engage in such activities with Neil. Lana had a secret attraction to Neil’s rugged charm. Natasha kept her encounters with him hidden from Lana. Natasha emerged from the shower, naked and unabashed. Lana remained silent, stewing in a mix of anger and arousal. Natasha’s attempts at conversation were ignored as Lana focused intently on her phone. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Natasha’s secret liaisons with Neil. Natasha, drying her hair, slipped into a sultry red bra. She applied a touch of makeup, attempting to engage Lana in conversation. However, Lana remained silent, her anger simmering beneath the surface. Natasha persisted with her inquiries, desperate to break through Lana’s icy demeanour. Finally, Lana erupted in a fit of rage. “You hooked up with Professor Neil?” she screamed. Natasha’s hands trembled as she fumbled with the straps of her black dress. Her mind raced with guilt and apprehension. Natasha froze. Her heart was sinking as Lana’s accusations pierced through her. She couldn’t find the words to defend herself, her guilt weighing heavily upon her. Abandoning the half-dressed state, she stood motionless, her mind racing with regret. Lana’s tears intensified the pain of betrayal, each sob like a dagger to Natasha’s heart. “I thought you were my best friend,” Lana cried, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. “I feel like you’re making excuses again today.” Natasha’s silence spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement of her wrongdoing. As Lana wept, Natasha approached her, her tears mirroring Lana’s distress. She reached out, gently grasping Lana’s shoulder, her voice trembling with remorse. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her heart heavy with guilt. Lana’s tears continued to flow as she questioned Natasha’s actions. “Why didn’t you tell me about Professor Neil? You’re such a slut,” Lana cried. Her words were laced with hurt and anger. Natasha’s tears welled up anew as she struggled to explain. “Because Professor Neil asked me not to tell anyone,” she admitted. Her voice was choked with emotion. Lana’s curiosity remained unabated. “How did it happen?” she pressed, her eyes searching Natasha’s for answers. Natasha began her explanation. Her voice was hesitant as she recounted the events. “You remember when you went to a party with your classmates and you returned late?” she started, her tone cautious. “You hadn’t told me. So I went to your department looking for you, but I found Neil there,” she continued. Her words carried a mix of guilt and uncertainty. Natasha confessed to harbouring a secret crush on Neil. Her desire for him simmered beneath the surface.