Melissa:
The next afternoon the sky over campus hung low and bruised, promising rain that never quite arrived. My thighs still ached from yesterday—phantom pressure, the ghost of how wide Philip had been stretched, how thoroughly used. We hadn’t spoken much since leaving Henry’s office. Just stolen glances in the hallway, his hand brushing mine under the lunch table, both of us flushed and quiet. The memory sat between us like a live wire.
Philip texted me at 3:17 p.m.: *His place. 5. He said bring nothing but ourselves.*
No explanation. No question mark. Just the address of an off-campus apartment building three blocks from the English department, the kind with ivy choking the brick and no doorman to ask questions.
I arrived first. Black skirt, no panties, thin cotton top that clung w
