"I’ve seen you around with that guy named James. Is he your boyfriend, Jasmine?" Ross asked, his face drawn in a concerned frown that Jasmine couldn’t ignore.
"Yes, James Sullivan," Jasmine replied with a warm smile, proud to say his name. "Do you know him?" Everyone on campus knew they were a couple. It was almost routine now; if Jasmine wasn’t with her best friend, Sophia, then she was surely hanging around with James.
Ross’s frown deepened, and he hesitated. "Oh… well… I think I might have some bad news about him. But please, don’t panic—I don’t want to say anything definite yet. I’ll double-check first, and I’ll send you a message later tonight. I just need to confirm if he’s the same James I saw doing… questionable things online. But it could be a different guy, so don’t worry for now."
Jasmine’s heart sank, a ripple of unease spreading through her, but she forced a reassuring smile. "I’m sure it’s not him. James wouldn’t do anything like that."
Ross nodded, his tone softening. "I really hope you’re right. I don’t want you to be hurt, Jasmine." He offered a faint smile, then gestured down the hall. "Come on, let’s get you and Sophia to your classrooms. I don’t want you to be late." Our op Mc said but quickly asked for Jasmine’s digits in order to contact her directly tonight.
As they walked, Jasmine stayed quiet, her mind swirling. Ross was trustworthy—why would he say something like that if he wasn’t genuinely concerned?
Yet, the idea that James, her James, could be involved in anything shady didn’t feel possible. She replayed every moment they’d spent together, every detail, looking for something, anything, that might hint at a darker side she hadn’t seen.
Once Ross dropped them off, Jasmine took her seat beside Sophia, her mind still racing. Sophia noticed immediately, her brows knitting in concern. "Hey, you okay?"
Jasmine hesitated, glancing around before leaning closer. "Ross… he said he might have seen James in some kind of trouble online. I don’t know, Sophia—it just doesn’t make sense."
Sophia placed a reassuring hand on Jasmine’s arm. "If there’s anything I know, it’s that James cares about you. Let’s wait and see what Ross says. Until then, try not to worry too much. It’s probably nothing."
Jasmine nodded, but as the class started, she couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at her.
Sophia couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at her as she glanced at Jasmine, who was clearly troubled by Ross’s cryptic warning. Sophia was perceptive, perhaps even wiser than most gave her credit for, and she could see a disturbing pattern unfolding.
This wasn’t the first time Ross had used a situation like this to his advantage.
Sophia remembered all too well how he’d drawn her in: it had started innocently enough, with Ross confiding in her about her family’s problems—specifically, her father’s alleged corruption.
That small seed of trust had been enough for him to work his way into her life.
From there, things had escalated quickly. Before she knew it, she’d endured the shame, the manipulation, and the painful loss of her virginity.
The entire experience had left her shaken and wary of Ross’s true intentions. The idea that Jasmine might now be walking down the same path filled her with dread.
Sophia sighed, silently hoping that her intuition was wrong.
After a minute, Jasmine visibly calmed herself. She reminded herself that Ross’s warning about James was unconfirmed; there was no point in worrying herself sick over a rumor.
Once her mind cleared, she turned to Sophia, her expression softening into a playful smirk.
"What was that earlier?" Jasmine asked, raising an eyebrow. "You and Ross have been together for, what, less than a week? And I already see him practically all over you, like he can’t keep his hands to himself. You’ve changed, my beautiful bestie! So, tell me—just how far have you gone with him?" Jasmine leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don’t be shy. Has he had his way with those gorgeous pink nipples of yours? I’ve seen him earlier almost putting a finger in your pussy! A finger in your pussy!" Jasmine was shocked.
"Shhhhh…" Sophia blushed deeply, her usual confidence momentarily slipping. She tried to laugh it off, but Jasmine’s teasing hit its mark.
They had been best friends since grade school, so Jasmine knew everything about her, right down to how stunning Sophia’s figure was.
Their friendship was built on years of shared secrets, whispered confessions, and plenty of harmless teasing. This was just part of their dynamic, but Sophia felt herself hesitate this time.
"Well… I… yeah," Sophia began, fumbling for words, a nervous laugh escaping her. She briefly considered brushing it off, but she realized it was pointless; Ross wasn’t exactly discreet about his affection.
And with Jasmine, lying would only make things more suspicious. Sophia took a deep breath and decided to come clean.
"Okay, fine. He’s definitely… enthusiastic," Sophia admitted, her cheeks still flushed. "We’ve, um, done a lot. He’s really confident, you know? And, well, he doesn’t hold back. I mean, it’s not like he’s afraid to touch me even when people might see. Yes, we did it. Did that and more." Sophia gave Jasmine a small, bashful smile, but she kept one detail to herself—the scandal with her father, which was far too sensitive and dark to bring up.
Jasmine’s eyes widened, but she smiled knowingly. "Wow, Sophia. I always thought you were a little innocent, but look at you now! Can’t say I blame him, though; you’re gorgeous. But seriously, if he gets out of line or if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me, okay? I’d hate for him to hurt you in the end, Soph." Her teasing tone softened into genuine concern.
Sophia nodded, touched by Jasmine’s protectiveness. "Thanks, Jas. I think I have things under control for now. But yeah, I’ll let you know."
Jasmine grinned, nudging Sophia playfully. "Good. Just make sure he treats you right. And don’t leave out any juicy details!"
They shared a laugh, the tension easing between them as they settled back into their usual banter. What followed, however, was anything but casual, as Jasmine pressed for every juicy detail she could get from her best friend.
With a sly grin and a relentless curiosity, she managed to draw out more than she expected, leaving even herself feeling flustered and intrigued by the end.
Sophia’s first sexual experience was indeed very exciting!
"It looks like I need to take care of myself tonight," Jasmine thought, feeling a rush of heat at the memories of Sophia’s tantalizing story.
Her body was responding, and she could sense a familiar ache, longing to be satisfied. It had been far too long since her last orgasm, and the idea of a night of self-exploration was becoming increasingly appealing.