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It was already the perfect day. Billie had spoiled you from the moment you opened your eyes, coffee, kisses, lazy cuddles, and the kind of smile that made your chest ache. But as the sun dipped low and the candles lit your room in warm gold, you realized this was only the beginning of what she had planned.

She led you in with her hands covering your eyes, her breath brushing your ear as she whispered, “No peeking.” When she finally uncovered them, your heart skipped. Candles flickered on every surface, rose petals lined the sheets, and soft music filled the air.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Billie said, that cocky smirk tugging at her lips as her ocean-blue eyes raked over you. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

You barely had time to answer before her mouth was on yours. The kiss was slow at first, warm, consuming, but she deepened it with a controlled hunger, her hand cupping your jaw, tilting your head so she could kiss you exactly the way she wanted. Her other hand slid down to your hip, firm and possessive, pulling you flush against her.

When she broke away, her lips grazed your ear.

“Lay back for me.”

The way she said it left no room for argument. You obeyed, heart racing as she hovered over you, her eyes dark with intent. She kissed down your neck, pausing to suck and bite just enough to leave marks that would linger tomorrow. Each sound you made only seemed to fuel her.

“You sound so good for me,” she murmured, her fingers brushing along your side before slipping lower, teasing. “I love making you fall apart.”

Her touch was patient, deliberate- Billie loved to make you beg. She’d trail her fingers where you needed her most but pull back, smirking when you whined. She kissed your lips again, slow and dominant, swallowing every sound, every gasp she pulled from you.

“Say it,” she coaxed, her thumb pressing lightly at your chin to force your eyes back to hers. “Tell me you want me.”

When you finally did, her smirk deepened, and she rewarded you. Her hands slid lower, teasing fabric out of the way until nothing separated you. The first real touch made your breath catch, Billie always knew exactly how to push you to the edge. She kept her pace slow at first, torturously gentle, watching your body arch beneath her.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she groaned softly, pressing her mouth to your collarbone, then your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses lower and lower. Her lips teased sensitive skin, her tongue dragging in ways that made your thighs tense, your hands twisting in the sheets.

Billie held you there, dominant and steady, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open for her while the other worked you with sinful precision. Every flick of her tongue, every curl of her fingers was deliberate, pulling moans out of you until you were trembling. She whispered praise between kisses: “Good girl… that’s it… let go for me.”

And when you finally unraveled beneath her, she didn’t stop, not right away. She drew out every shudder, every breathless sound, until you collapsed against the pillows, dazed and glowing.

Only then did she crawl back up, kissing you softly, tenderly, her dominance softening into pure devotion. She pulled you against her chest, stroking your hair as you caught your breath.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she murmured against your temple, voice husky and warm. “Told you I’d give you something unforgettable.”

- written by giulliane

repost! since it flopped last time all interactions appreciated:)

You find yourself smiling when her name lights up your screen. Reading old messages for no reason. Looking for meaning in the way she types certain texts. The way she uses your name in every other text so casually, so normally, so tenderly. 

‘Hey’ 

You text her. Just the one word. You stare at it longer than you’d like to admit. Your thumb hovering over the send button as if you haven’t already sent the message. It’s far too late to play it cool. Far too late to unsend and risk her calling you out for it because you know she would. Your thoughts don’t get far. In a matter of seconds her reply pops up. 

‘hey you’

It’s dumb how your stomach flips over those two words. How her attention always feels like a spotlight and a secret all at once. A secret you’re still getting used to holding. Then another text comes through and your heart skip a beat.

‘come over. bring whatever’s stressing you out.’

You hesitate for a second. You hate to admit that you’d been waiting for this. Practically praying for it. You can't help but feel clingy and pathetic. Part of you wants to play it cool. Keep it casual. But another part wants to crawl through your phone and land in her bed again. Part of you is thinking of your embarrassingly high score.

Without another though, you grab your laptop, a hoodie, and an essay you've been avoiding all weekend. You walk to her dorm holding your laptop to your chest. Clinging to it as you try to focus on your breathing. You’re not expecting more than a study session but you’re hoping for more.

You wonder what happens if you cross another line tonight. If it’ll make you braver or if it’ll make it harder to go back to the quiet and safe version of yourself that you’ve always been. Your pesky little insecurities sting like the crisp fall air on your face as you approach her building.

Your heart is racing as you double check the dorm number on the text message. Your fist hovers over the door for a few seconds before knocking quietly. The door opens almost instantly as if she'd been waiting by it. The lights are dim but you can make out her grey sweatpants and mismatched socks. A tea bag floats in the chipped mug she’s holding. She pulls you in by your sleeve and closes the door with her foot.

“Hungry?” she asks, holding out a granola bar as she walks you to her room. It’s bitten and half eaten, but you take it anyway. The worries that were eating you alive on the walk here slowly dissipate with her calm nature. You find it endearing how comfortable she is around you; how comfortable she makes you feel. Like you’ve known each other for decades and not just a few days. 

You sit on her bed, cross-legged with your laptop propped up on a pillow. She settles beside you as you take a bite of the granola bar. You chew slowly as her thigh touches yours; your eyes flicking to the spot. You hope she doesn’t notice how you stop chewing and start fake tying. She just clears her throat adjusting her body on the bed. That’s when you notice the music. It’s slow and moody. Something with a beat that matches the quiet rhythm of her breathing. She doesn’t try to fill the silence. She's focused on her book. And somehow that makes everything easier. 

Half an hour in, she stretches her arms over her head, groaning like she’s just been forced to sit through an eight hour lecture. She shoves her book to the side before talking.   

“Wanna take a break?” 

You raise a brow glancing at her. “We just started.” But before you can go back to your essay, she’s bringing her laptop closer to you, pulling up a tab.

The Rice Purity Test. 

Your stomach flips. “Really?”

Billie shrugs teasingly. “I’m curious. What number are you at now?”

The question makes your cheeks flush. It’s like she knows you’ve been keeping track of your score and that makes you nauseous. Keeping track seems so juvenile you’re almost embarrassed. The worst part is that you have been keeping score but you’re not going to admit that to her. God, how much more pathetic could you get?

“You’re the one making me impure” you joke, trying to divert the attention from the nerves rumbling in your tummy. 

“Good,” she says proudly. “You needed it.” She doesn’t say it in a mean way and you know she doesn’t mean any harm by it. Your ears still burn hot from the early subtle call out, but you don’t feel offended. Not when there’s a softness in her eyes as she bumps your shoulder playfully. 

You open your mouth to speak. “What about you? What’s your actual score?” 

She bites her bottom lip. Two fingers gliding on the trackpad, running down the list as she breaks eye contact. It’s clear she’s trying to avoid answering the question but she says something anyway. “I told you, dangerously low.”

You know that’s not true. You know it by the way she's still avoiding your eyes and is now clicking random boxes checking off items on the list. Her eyes skipping certain numbers like they might burn if she looks for too long. 

You realize there are pieces of her she’s not ready to share yet and you feel the ache in your bones of wanting to be trusted enough to see them someday. You just hope she keeps you around for that long. And suddenly something that was so low key and low pressure suddenly feels deep and heavy and crushing and now you’re preparing yourself for the day that Billie won’t be an item to check off the list. The day that Billie becomes another person you just met in college. A stranger again.

She closes her laptop snapping you out of your spiral. She looks at you sincerely when you don’t speak. You can feel the shift in the air and you curse yourself for making things awkward and tense. Her eyes are on you when she says, “I didn’t finish it. Too many ghosts on that list.” Her voice trails as you nod. You want to ask her what she means by that but you know this is the end of the conversation.

“Sit here,” she says, patting the space between her legs. You furrow your brows. 

“Why?” and it’s the first time you’ve questioned a command from Billie. 

“Because I said so.”

You squint your eyes but do as she says settling between her thighs. Your computer still on your lap. Your essay still daunting. Her body warm behind you. The atmosphere still a little heavy with unspoken words.

You stiffen for only a second when her arms slide around your waist but you relax when her chin rests on your shoulder. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t do anything. She just watches you work silently for a few minutes until you hear a sigh. 

“This paper’s gonna put me to sleep,” she murmurs and you laugh tilting your head back slightly. You feel her smile against your neck. Then her hands slide up the side of your arms. Thumbs digging gently into the knots in your shoulders. Carefully making their way down your spine. You exhale with relief. You can feel every bone in your body relaxing.  

“God,” you whisper, closing your eyes. Fingers limp on the keyboard. A minute later her lips brush under your ear. Featherlike and ticklish. You feel the heat flare to your chest again. She tells you to keep working as she massages your shoulders; time trickling around you. Eventually she lies back against the wall as you work. She half-watches a movie, scrolling on her phone with her hand loosely curled around your hip when you finally finish your essay.

When you yawn and close your laptop, she sits up. Chin back on your shoulder. 

“I’m done,” you state with a small smile. Exhaling the tension you’d been holding on to. You’re pushing your laptop off your lap and getting out of her bed when she touches your arm. Fingers softly curling around your wrist. 

“Stay,” she says. “Just sleep. Like last time.”

It doesn’t take long for you to make your decision. You get out of bed. Slipping your laptop into your bag. She gets up as well walking to her dresser.

You peel off your hoodie and she tosses you a clean shirt that smells like her. You resist the urge to bury your nose into the fabric and inhale her. Instead you just slip it on. Smoothing it over your torso as you make your way back to her bed. 

“You look better in that than I do.” Her eyes flick down then back up as she lays down. Your face feels hot as you mumble a shy ‘thanks’ before crawling into bed with her. When she turns to you, her hand finds your waist. Fingers hovering, waiting for your next move. You can feel the tension rising. You can feel it in your chest. It's suffocating and debilitating. She's letting you take control of the moment.

You want to be smothered in her. You want to feel her pressed so close you can hardly breathe. You want to kiss her over and over and over until your lips go numb and your brain shuts off.

When you shift closer, she catches your hips gently and you rest your hand on her neck. The gravitational pull is undeniable as your bodies move closer. You lift a leg over her body shifting your weight. It's not pretty. You struggle. But eventually your legs are resting on either side of her thighs and you're full on straddling her. The air hot and thick. 

You rock once. Barely. Just testing.

She catches her breath. Digs her fingers into your waist. It’s reassuring. It’s encouraging. You move again. But this time with a purpose. You move in slow grinding circles against her. You're not sure what you're chasing but your body reacts to the friction building between your bodies. The sweet pressure building between layers of cotton.  

She inhales deeply. Her hand sliding lower gripping the curve of your ass pulling you closer like she needs more. Like she’s starving for it. Her eyes are focused on yours as your thighs part just enough to sink lower into her. When you push yourself forward this time, her body arches up and her mouth falls open in a silent moan. Her face scrunches in pleasure and knowing you're the reason for it gives you a confidence boost.

The heat between your bodies burns through the fabric of your clothes. You rock against her again. Harder this time. You’re still not quite sure what you’re doing but you know it feels good and you know she feels good. Every swing and sway makes your insides flutter. There’s a heat in the pit of your belly that’s transforming with every movement. 

Your lips graze her jaw. You breathe her in. She says your name like it’s the only word she knows. You bury your face in her neck. Breath hot and uneven. “Is this good?” you can’t help but ask, feeling the insecurities creeping again when she doesn’t say anything. 

She wraps her arms tight around your waist. Her voice thick. “Don’t stop.” 

It’s all the reassurance you need to keep going. You press your hips down and feel hers buck matching your movements. Your bodies sync just like that first night when you danced together. But unlike that night this rhythm is desperate. A back and forth you never want to end.  

✓ 24. Gone through the motions of intercourse while fully dressed.

You’re both breathless now. Tangled and flushed and quiet. Your thigh nestled between hers. Her sweatshirt hiked up to her ribs. Billie’s fingers press into the small of your back  like she doesn’t want to let go. She gasps for air. You kiss her neck. Just once. Gentle. Just enough to feel her swallow. Her fingers twitch where they’re pressed into your skin. You pull away.

“You okay?” she asks sincerely. Her voice soft. Barely above a whisper. And then, before you can stop yourself, it slips out…

“I want my score to be in the depths by the time you’re done with me.”

The words ring in your ears. You can't believe that just came out of your mouth. That's the most forward you've been in your life. The most honest and truthful and courageous. You freeze on top of her.

“Oh my god,” you groan immediately hiding your face rolling off her. You wish the Earth would swallow you whole right now. You wish you could erase her memory and forget you ever say that. “Forget I said that. Please.” Your voice come out with a whine. 

She laughs. Warm and amused. Her breath brushing your ear. “Too late.” She kisses your temple pulling you closer until you’re turning your body facing her with a pout.

“I mean,” she murmurs, fingers tracing lazy lines down your lower back, “that might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Your stomach flips. The beating in your throat is palpable. It's making it difficult to conjure up a response.

“I like you like this,” she adds touching your cheek. Fingers softly caressing your skin. Thumb brushing along your bottom lip. “Sweet. Nervous. Kinda filthy.”

Filthy. God, you’d never thought that word would give you such a visceral reaction. It makes the heat flare low in your stomach. You’re not sure if you’re embarrassed or electrified. You just want her to say it again. You never want this to stop.

✓ 25. Seen or been seen by another person in a sensual context.

You lunge forward, catching her off guard with a kiss. A kiss that lingers as she lifts her upper body pinning you down to the bed. Her hand pressed on your hip. Her her falling down the side of her face and on your neck. Her lips are firm and hungry and unstoppable until you're too lightheaded to continue.

You find yourselves lying side by side with your hands high in the air. You touch fingertips and close your fingers around your palms. Opening and closing as she speaks. “You ever think about how weird this is?” The question catches you off guard and you try not to turn to look at her. You're not sure what she means exactly and you're afraid to ask.

“Weird in a good way, I hope.” It's the only response you can muster. Your voice hardly a whisper. She doesn’t say anything. She just brings your hands down. Moves her body so she's facing you. You mimic her movements. Her hand falls down to your lower back. Your legs tangled. The smell of her shampoo in the pillow is comforting. You feel an unexpected heaviness in your lids. They close without thinking and you fall asleep without realizing it.  

✓ 41. Slept in the same bed with someone you were not dating.

The second time this week. But tonight feels different. Different in a way that makes you want more and fear it all at once because if this keeps happening, you don’t know how you’ll survive the day it stops.

Purity Score: 85

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Note: Things are getting steamier... Again, thank you for all the sweet comments and interactions. It makes writing this all the more enjoyable for me!!!