Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Biology Lessons: 4

Warning: Most of the story's I 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 threesome with 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 time it was on a safe day, the third time it was just before her period, but the fourth time Hannah 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 came back 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 some sort 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 come in with another girl she knew only by reputation: Isabella. She was a slender latina girl that had dated a few of the same girl'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 came made it worth putting up with. It didn't matter who Hannah was with though, only that she was with someone else already.

With rising outrage Amber realized that Hannah was going to run the same game on Isabella that she already had on Amber. For a moment she

I need to tell you something." "Oh?" When Amber was walking over to the table, Isabella had the same goofy smile that Amber had worn herself

"I heard you were going

were eavesdropping on us?" Isabella

dream girl, ok?" Amber waited a few seconds for further interruptions, and when none came she 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

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,

Isabella said, smiling, "What's the matter,

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

but..." Amber

you should mind your own business," Isabella said, getting up from the table and walking away, "And you won't sound