Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Biology Lessons: 4

Warning: Most of the story's | write are dark, and contain themes of rape and nonconsentual pregnancy. They are

not for everyone, so if you don't enjoy that, please read something else. This particular story is darker than most

of my other work. Reader discretion is advised.

The next month was one of the best of Amber's life. After a few days she got her period and put that risky night

behind her. Why wouldn't she? She was hanging out with Hannah every few days, and sometimes she would stay

the night at the athletic blond's apartment. They were practically dating. The only problem was that every once

in a while Hannah would get her drunk or high and then force her into a threeswith Brian. Amber grew to

dread it. It was never something she'd look forward to, but if he would just use protection she might have

tolerated it for the sake of Hannah.

He didn't though. He never told her no of course, but Hannah always maneuvered her in such a way that she

couldn't resist. The second tit was on a safe day, the third tit was just before her period, but the fourth

tHannah tied Amber down and let her boyfriend use her she was at her most fertile. She was terrified for a

week she was going to be knocked up. After that test cback negative she told the two of them that she

wouldn't fool around with them anymore without protection, and just like that Hannah stopped calling her.

For a few days Amber floated along in denial, sure that there'd just been ssort of misunderstanding and that

would all work out. After almost a week of her messages being left on read, and Hannah finding ways to avoid

her after the classes they shared, that hope decayed into depression. Before the strange events of the last

month Amber had been perfectly happy to be single, but now she felt the pain like a missing limb. She tried to

tell herself that in a month or two it would be fine, that all break ups were like this. This wasn't even a break up

though. She couldn't really say what it was, and that uncertainty ate at her.

It was almost two weeks later when that misery turned into anger. Amber was sitting in the library pretending to

study while she focused on moping when she saw Hannah cin with another girl she knew only by

reputation: Isabella. She was a slender latina girl that had dated a few of the sgirl's Amber had in the last

couple years at college, and though they'd never spoken, she had a general idea of what she was like. Quiet,

pensive, and queer; one of her ex's told Amber that she could be pretty moody, but that the way she babled in

spanish as she cmade it worth putting up with. It didn't matter who Hannah was with though, only that she

was with someone else already.

Amber tuned out all the other sounds in the library, and focused on the conversation the other girls were having

three tables down. She didn't pick up every word, but after a few moments it was clear: Hannah was arranging a

study date with the girl back at her place. With rising outrage Amber realized that Hannah was going to run the

sgon Isabella that she already had on Amber. For a moment she almost got up and told her off in front

of everyone. She realized that would make her seem like a crazy person though, so she clenched her fists until

her knuckles were white, and tried to listen to the friendly conversation over her pounding heart.

It was only when Hannah left that Amber finally worked up the courage to get up and go talk to Isabella. "Hey,"

she started, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness, "I-l know you don't know me, but | need to tell you

something." "Oh?" When Amber was walking over to the table, Isabella had the sgoofy smile that Amber

had worn herself many times last month, but now the look switched to confusion. "And you are..." Isabella

paused, searching for her name, "Amy? April?"

"Amber," she corrected tersely, "I heard you were going to hang out with Hannah and..."

"You were eavesdropping on us?" Isabella sneered, "creeper."

"Just letsay what | need to say and then you can sail off into the sunset with your dream girl, ok?" Amber

waited a few seconds for further interruptions, and when none cshe continued. "Hannah invites girls over to

her place more often than you think. She says it's for studying or to help with tests, but that's not why."

Amber blushed slightly as she glanced up at Isabella, and the latina girl was looking at her like she had three

heads. She quickly looked back down at the table so she could keep her words straight long enough to finish,

even though all she wanted to do was run and hide. "She invites queer girls over, gets them drunk, and forces

them into threeways with her and her boyfriend."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Isabella said, smiling, "What's the matter, you didn't have fun?"

"The threeways.... he doesn't use protection," Amber managed to stammer before she blushed hard enough that

she had to lower her head to let her hair hide her and her shame. "That sounds crazy," Isabella snapped, "And

you sound crazy for saying it."

"I know but..." Amber started.

"Maybe next tyou should mind your own business," Isabella said, getting up from the table and walking

away, "And you won't sound like a crazy stalker."

Amber buried her head in her arms and sat there until her cheeks cooled. She'd rarely felt so embarrassed, and

she wasn't sure her pride would ever recover from the ordeal. For the rest of the day Amber couldn't help but

imagine the three of them making fun of her for being such a loser during the mini orgy they would no doubt be

having soon. The longer she thought about it, the more she doubted herself; maybe she was the problem. Maybe

a different girl would love the experience in all the ways she didn't, instead of just tolerating it to keep Hannah

happy.

Less than a week later, that bubble popped when Isabella cornered her after one of her classes and led her to a

quiet place under an old ash tree to tell her story. It played out just like Amber had warned. The first tshe

had been pinned down during a lesbian makeout session, and once she was distracted and helpless it quickly

becan unprotected threesome. She'd given the couple the benefit of the doubt and met with them again a

few days later, but this twhen they tried the sact, Isabella had screamed bloody murder until they

stopped. She'd been out of sorts ever since. She didn't know if she was pregnant, but she knew she could never

consider an abortion.

That was awful, but the bigger problem for both of them was the predatory behavior. How many other girls had

they done this to? How many more would get used like this, and could anything be done to stop the pair from

finding shy girls on campus, seducing them, making them feel special, and then using them so heartlessly?

Isabella wanted to go to the police, but Amber talked her down. She said they needed more information first, but

the real reason was that Amber didn't want her to be punished - she wanted revenge.