"Olga! You won't believe it!" Rusty's voice crackled with excitement on the other end of the line. "It happened... it actually happened! Samia came over, hugged me, looked at me like never before... and... it was amazing. I'm head over heels. It was the best day of my life."

Olga listened in silence, pressing her lips together. She knew exactly who Samia was. She knew what Samia and Devon were planning. And though it hurt, she had to tell him the truth.

"Rusty... maybe you should take a moment. I don't want to hurt you, but... I think they're playing you."

The silence that followed was sharper than any scream.

"You can't just be happy for me, huh?" he spat, wounded. "You know what, Olga... just forget it."

He hung up.

With her heart pounding, Olga made her way to the bar where she suspected Samia and Devon would be. She wasn't wrong. There they were, laughing and whispering like two wicked conspirators.

"So this is funny to you?" she confronted them.

 

Samia shrugged, smirking. Devon made a crude gesture with his fingers, mocking Rusty's size.

"Not my fault your buddy has more clit than dick," Devon sneered.

Olga lifted her chin, defiant.

"Maybe he’s small, but at least he doesn’t cum before a girl even gets her panties off," she snapped.

The tension crackled.

"Whore," Devon hissed, turning away with Samia, who threw one last dagger over her shoulder:

"Always siding with the nerds, Olga... so pathetic."

 

In a matter of minutes, Olga lost her boyfriend, her best friend, and Rusty's trust. And on top of it all... she was late for work at the spa.

Mathias, her boss, was waiting for her. Tall, mature, impeccably dressed, he greeted her with a raised eyebrow and a deep, commanding voice.

"Punctuality, Miss Olga, is a form of respect. And in my company, discipline is everything."

 

Still rattled, Olga dropped onto a chair across from him. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Mathias moved closer. She couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge in his tailored pants — thick, defined... dominant.

"What are you looking at, Olga?" he asked playfully.

 

She quickly averted her eyes, but Mathias smirked, amused. Then, with a daring gesture, he brushed his fingers over her sweater, grazing a hardened nipple.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he murmured, slowly stroking the obvious swell in his pants. "But good things... are worth waiting for."

 

And just like that, he left, leaving her breathless and soaking wet.

•  

At school, Olga buried herself in her books. But at the support group, she ran into Sidney and his girlfriend, Greta. Everyone knew them. Young, sexy, famous for their open relationship... and their scandalous OnlyFans account.

Sidney broke the ice with a grin:

"Samia’s a real bitch, huh? Poor Rusty... that selfie’s making the rounds at school."

 

Olga nodded. Sidney dropped the completed homework on her desk.

"You coming to the dance tonight?"

"I don't have anyone to go with," she admitted.

"Come with Greta and me," he said, winking. "You know we love to share."

Olga laughed, charmed by his boldness.

Greta, tall and sensual, appeared at the door, eyeing Sidney flirtatiously.

"Didn't know you liked nerds..." she teased.

 

Sidney rolled his eyes.

"I picked her for you," he smirked.

Greta gave a wicked smile.

"You think she's shaved? Think she can fit your whole cock in her mouth?"

Sidney shuddered. He had football practice — and he was already hard. Greta giggled, brushing his bulge lightly with her hand as they strolled toward the locker room.

"We'll find out tonight."

 

•  

Night fell. Slightly drunk, Olga stumbled into the dance, her eyes scanning the room. She found Sidney easily. They danced together, bodies pressed close, his hard bulge grinding against her ass. Sidney grabbed her arm firmly.

 

"Let's find someplace... private," he whispered.

They snuck around the building, where Greta was already waiting, eyes glinting with hunger. Without hesitation, Greta kissed Olga deeply — her first kiss with a woman. The alcohol, the adrenaline, the forbidden thrill... she gave in.

 

"With us," Greta purred in her ear, "you’ll have way more fun than with that premature ejaculator Devon."

"Feeling hungry?" Sidney interrupted, pulling down his pants and revealing his throbbing erection.

Both girls knelt before him, sharing his thick cock like a decadent treat. Greta's hand slipped under Olga’s skirt, teasing the wetness between her thighs, while Olga responded with eager moans.

Behind the auditorium, while the music thumped inside, the three of them lost themselves in a tangle of skin, tongues, and gasps. Until Sidney commanded:

"Open wide..."

 

And both girls received his hot, sticky gift with wicked, satisfied smiles.

 

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The morning after, Olga woke up dazed, her body aching... and burning with need.
Had she really had a threesome?
Flashes from the night before rushed back — Sidney's thick cock filling her throat, Greta’s soft fingers dancing over her swollen clit...

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Rusty:
"Meet me at the library. We need to talk."

Still tingling between her legs, Olga got dressed and headed over.
Rusty was already waiting, his face grim.

"You made a complete fool of yourself," he snapped as soon as she sat down. "Grinding on Sidney and Greta like that... like some depraved slut."

Olga bit back a smirk.

If only he knew how Sidney’s thick cock had wrecked her throat... or how Greta’s teasing fingers had made her lose her mind.
Just remembering Sidney's size sent a shiver through her, her clit throbbing.
And Greta... her delicate touch still lingered on her skin, making her squirm in her seat.

Rusty kept ranting, wounded and bitter.

Then Olga’s phone rang. It was her mother.

"Come home, sweetheart... It's your father..."

Heart pounding, Olga ran home.
There, she found her father lying on the floor, unconscious, blood staining his temple.

She collapsed into sobs, clutching his hand, while Rusty hovered awkwardly, trying to comfort her.

 

"I need you," she begged, broken. "Please, stay."

But Rusty’s pride still burned too hot.

"I’m sorry, Olga... You’re my friend, but... I still blame you for what happened with Samia."

Something inside Olga snapped.

"SHE ONLY FUCKED YOU BECAUSE DEVON ASKED HER TO!" she screamed, voice raw. "You were so broken over your father that I spent every day with you... and Devon got jealous. He used her to distract you so he could have me. YOU ruined my relationship, Rusty. Not me."

Rusty's face twisted in shock and rage. Without another word, he stormed off.

The moment he disappeared, regret crushed Olga’s chest.

News about her father spread fast around town.
Greta was the first to text her condolences, surprisingly sweet.

Later that evening, Greta and Sidney pulled Olga aside with an unexpected offer.

"Wanna shoot a video with us for OnlyFans?" Greta asked casually.
"It’s good money," she added with a mischievous grin.

Olga hesitated.
Sidney stepped closer, his voice low and soothing:
"Only if you want to. No pressure."

Heartbroken, lost, and feeling reckless, Olga nodded.

Sidney smiled.
"We’ll do it at school. After hours. Empty halls, classic porn set-up — teacher and student. A lesbian scene. Tons of pervs will eat it up."

Sidney checked the camera while Greta guided Olga into a chair.

"Relax..." Greta whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

 

Olga melted under her touch. Greta’s mouth was warm, decisive, addictive.
Their kisses deepened, slow and dirty, as they stripped each other down, tossing clothes aside like second skin.

Olga stole a glance at the camera — and caught Sidney’s eyes.
He was behind the lens, stroking his bulge through his jeans, watching them hungrily.

A wicked thrill jolted through her.

Greta slid to her knees and buried her face between Olga's thighs, her tongue teasing Olga’s aching clit with expert strokes.

Olga’s body writhed, her hips bucking shamelessly.
Her eyes locked with Sidney’s — daring, needy.

She wanted him.
She needed him.

With Greta’s mouth driving her wild, Olga pinched her own nipples, staring at Sidney with naked hunger.

He knew.

He knew she wasn’t cumming for Greta.

She was cumming for him.

Olga exploded in Greta’s mouth, her legs trembling, her moans echoing through the empty room...
But in her mind, it wasn’t Greta's tongue she was feeling — it was Sidney’s cock she was craving.