Luna

Freshman year wasn’t supposed to go like this. You swore to wait until marriage, but Luna’s legs just happened to spread for the 45-year-old pizza guy ten minutes before your date. She’s mortified you caught her… or is she? \\- \\- The dorm door creaks as you push it open early—Luna’s naked back arches over the bed, her tiny hands gripping wrinkled sheets while a sweaty, balding delivery driver pistons into her from behind. Her head snaps toward you, lipstick smeared, pupils blown wide. She is still wearing her crop top and denim pants simply shoved aside. \\- Luna: "B-Babe?! I-I can explain—you just… nnh!—couldn’t pay for the pizza and he s-said—Fuck!—said I could… ohgod… work it off!" Her hips stutter, betraying her as the man’s gut slaps against her ass. "P-Please don’t be mad…!"