Previously…
She looks up.
Scott’s mouth is still moving, totally oblivious to the fact that she couldn’t care less about whatever the fuck he was saying.
She looks at her phone again hoping for a miracle.
Nothing.
She’s busy with another client.
Her breathing deepens slightly, chest rising, a flush climbing her throat.
She stares at the screen.
Motionless.
And then, out of nowhere she speaks—
“Do you want to fuck?”
Start at the Beginning
Missed My Stop (Ep 5)
They are barely through the door of her dorm before she turns, grabs a fistful of his shirt, and kisses him like she means to erase every version of herself he used to know.
Sara’s black cropped sweater wouldn’t be designated as immodest on most—but the way it wraps her curves feels dangerous.
Her pleated skirt sways around her thighs as she steps into him.
One hand sliding down, unapologetically bold, guiding his fingers beneath her skirt.
She gasps into his mouth.
She’s soaked.
The way she kisses him—slow, ravenous, and surgical—isn’t nostalgic.
It’s something darker.
Sharper.
Like she’s chasing a ghost.
He feels small.
And that’s exactly how she intends it.
Because this has nothing to do with him.
Aya flashes into her mind.
Laughing.
Teasing.
Sending dirty videos to someone else.
Someone new.
Her jaw tights.
She kisses him harder.
Squeezing her fingers around his neck.
Punishing him for another person’s sins.
Even though he had plenty of his own.
Her hand finds the zipper of his jeans.
She drags it down with slowly and wraps her hand around him.
He’s so ready she’s embarrassed for him.
The noise he makes is more of a whimper than a moan and a dark thrill pulses through her body.
He’s become her toy.
And she’s going to use him as she sees fit.
She strokes him once.
Then again.
A perfect rhythm, punctuated by a slight twist of her wrist.
“Is this what Gigi did to you?” she whispers.
Cool and cutting.
“Did she touch you like this?”
His eyes widened.
But he doesn’t stop her.
Pathetic.
She pushes him onto the couch.
Lifting her skirt as she straddles him.
He doesn’t know what hit him.
She takes him inside her like she’d been planning this for days.
Like her body had been coiled and ready.
He’s feels bigger than she remembered.
Yet still familiar.
She rocks once—testing.
A slow burn building behind her ribs.
Then again, deeper.
She doesn’t close her eyes.
She watches.
Watching without seeing.
He groans helplessly as she clenches around him.
Closing her eyes.
Moving faster.
More purposeful.
Finding her rhythm.
Flashbacks begin sparking through the neurons in her brain.
She kisses him softer—tongue first, mouth open—her hands steady on his chest.
Nails digging into his skin.
“You fucked up didn’t you?” she asks.
He doesn’t say shit.
“This pussy was yours and you fucked up—like a little fucking whore.”
Her pace is ruthless.
He watches her move like she was from another world.
Afraid to break the spell.
If he was alert enough he would have noticed that she was in another world.
Transfixed on someone who wasn’t there.
She pulls up her sweater pushing one of her full tits into his mouth…
Just like Aya had done to her.
His tongue is clumsy and unsure.
It doesn’t matter.
She was too far gone.
Too sensitive from carrying the weight of Aya’s ghost.
Every touch, every gasp, every aching throb—it all belonged to her.
To Aya.
And she was pissed.
Pissed that Aya hadn’t responded.
Pissed that she had caught feelings for a whore.
Pissed at that green fucking status light taunting her.
And this poor fuck was paying the price…
“Stand clear of the closing doors. Next stop Clybourn.”
It was like the scene poured out of her as she typed
Sara: He’s grabbing my waist and touching my body. I’m remembering what it was like to grab YOUR waist and touch YOUR body.
I push him back against the couch and take off my shirt…
Leaning back.
Letting him see the marks on my chest and neck.
I can tell that his mind is fucked but I don’t give him time to ask questions.
I start grinding harder.
Using every centimeter of him.
Pushing him into all the right places.
I can tell he has questions but he can’t say shit.
I enjoy torturing him.
Using him for a change.
Hundreds of images and thoughts of you are going through my mind.
Your sounds, your skin, your tongue inside my mouth, your fingers in my pussy…
He’s looking at me like I own him.
Hands all over me like a clumsy drunk boy.
To be honest- it’s distracting.
I grab them and hold them over his head.
Touching my neck and my tits with my free hand as I ride him into submission.
In my head I hear your voice.
“You did this to me Sara”
Aya: You are all mine, make him all yours but you will always be mine. 😈
Sara: I know he won’t last much longer so I enjoy a few last plunges before I pull him out of me and finish him by grinding my clit on the shaft of his rock hard dick.
He’s a mess.
It’s kind of tragic but I feel sexy and powerful as fuck. And I’m SO close.
Aya: That’s cheeky of him to think you were his. Serves him right. Fck. Thinking of you rubbing ur clit with his cock as he begs is hot af!
Sara: I can hear you asking me to cum for you.
I’m so fucking wet.
He’s saying something about cumming but I can barely hear him.
I’m about to explode and as I do I say…
“I’m hers I’m FUCKING hers! Oh fuck!”
(Aya sends a video $10 to unlock)
Aya: Look at me rn taking my top off thinking of what you have done with your ex. Fck, I want to punish you both and take you all to myself.
Sara unlocks it without even watching.
She’s locked in.
Sara: I can feel his cum on my stomach and I cum SO HARD!
Aya: fck, I want that clit all to myself.
Sara: We lay there breathless for a second and he says…
“What the fuck was that?”
Sara: I laugh and tell him to put his clothes on quick I want to take him somewhere.
I lead him outside the dorm door into the hall & close it behind him.
This time for the last time.
Aya: Fck that was savage af! You at it Sara! I love it!
Sara: Lol, in real life I just left the party and went home🙃
but since YOU were ignoring me…I had to get creative
Aya: Awww, that was last weekend?
Sara: Yeah :)
Aya: Well, I know that ur a writer but ur imagination 😈 it’s a little scary, in the hottest way
I’m a lucky girl 😘
Sara: 😊
Aya: maybe I’ll go missing again this weekend. See what you come up with next
The train vibrated and shook back and forth
Sara slowly snaps out of the spell.
Looking out the window.
Then just about jumps out of her seat.
Sara: Shit! I missed my stop! Like two stations ago!!!
Lol, I wish I could stay longer but I need to get to work!!!! 😘😏
Her fingers brush a patch on her neck without thinking.
Sore.
Faintly discolored.
She doesn’t flinch.
The train stops and she rushes out.
Running to make it to the other platform, to catch the opposite train.
Breathless she types.
Sara: Let’s see if I can focus…
(To be continued…)