Lessons on Seduction
Lessons on Seduction
E. Pettersen
ISBN 978-1-912768-87-5
https://amzn.to/2Ng8YbD
https://books2read.com/u/47XXGj
Chapter One
Welcome to my Playground
Julian
First semester at Montville State University, August
“Baby, come back to bed,” she purred, grabbing my arm.
“I need to get to class. There’s no time to sleep in.” I sat on the edge of the bed, gently loosened her grip, and kissed her forehead.
“Oh, honey, please, just one more time.”
“There’s a coffee machine on the kitchen bench. Help yourself to it on the way out.”
“But—”
“You were good, sugar.” I leaned forward and ran my hand along her smooth, tan, inner thighs. I slid my index and middle fingers inside her wet slit, pulled out, then licked them to taste her scent.
Melina Montes, or Mindy, was a college student in her prime.
Her flavor? Spicy and aromatic.
***
She was a sexy hellcat whose tits were popping out of her low-cut tank top when I recognized her across the room at a party last night. Dark hair: check. Dark eyes: check. Tiny waist and a fucking banging body: check, check.
She and I had had casual sex before, so it didn’t take long for the familiar flirtation to turn into a make-out session, which resulted in business in the bedroom in my apartment, where she was a star.
Mindy was a little minx who knew how to satisfy a man. Her naked body was a piece of caramel cake, with small droplets of brown candy on the peaks of her breasts, and a smooth pussy that flowed cream so tasty and hot.
She fucked like a pro and knew how to handle my cock with her mouth. She started on the head, tasting it with her tongue, before using her suction technique, which was spot-on perfect.
Sixty-nine was my favorite number, so while she worked her magic on my cock with her lips, I snacked on her exquisite pussy. That pussy had a landing strip of short, dark hair, which I inhaled to take in her aroma. She was musky, sensual, and pleading to be licked.
My tongue landed on her landing strip, giving it gentle licks. Then my mouth dove into her core, nipping, sucking, and circling the ripe center with my wicked tongue. Her whimpers and mewling grew louder as I continued eating her while pinching her perfectly plump nipples with my fingers and thumbs to stimulate a little more pleasure. Those nipples were divine—they were territory that I’d visited from time to time before, nibbling, licking, and devouring them until they were sore.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” Mindy’s filthy mouth broke away from my cock and prayed to a divine deity.
I continued to roll her nipples between my fingers while feasting on her clit, wanting more of that pussy cream. Her body quivered as I continued with the motions, bringing her to a state of euphoria.
“Fuck, Julian, I’m going to come!” Mindy screamed.
I broke my kiss, positioned myself on top of her, and grabbed a condom. Once I had it on, I slid my hard, throbbing cock inside her, pounding into her sweet, wet pussy at a paced speed, until she screamed unfiltered pleasure peppered with obscenities. We both came hard and fast before I collapsed onto her body, catching up on my breathing. A minute later, we lay in silence, and Mindy’s head rested on my chest. She played with the contours of my chest and stomach, tracing her fingers from my sternum to just above my love trail.
“Your abs. They’re so fucking rock hard,” she whispered, before falling asleep.
I’d just had the fuck of my life with Mindy. I’d known her for years, and she would come onto me like a cat in heat. We were amicable, but I wouldn’t call her a friend, so it was a case of acquaintances with benefits. You see, I met her through my sister, Vera, years ago—they both went to high school together and studied law in college. We hooked up from time to time, but that’s all it was.
After a night of little sleep, I woke up at seven, showered, and got ready for class. The mirror reflected a clear image of a man with mahogany hair and light bags under his dark, burnished eyes. I stared at the man, who was six feet tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build, thanks to my daily routine at Evolve Gym. The exercise initially helped me with a few back problems and eventually became a habit of taking care of myself. I lathered my square, unshaven jaw and started shaving for a fresh, clean look.
There’s a faint scar, just above my right eyebrow, which serves as a reminder of my youth, when a little shit by the name of Wilson Cole shoved a swing bench into my forehead. It’s a memento to remind me that the world is full of shitheads, and probably only twenty percent of the population are decent people worth having a conversation with.
I didn’t mind the heavy nights of sex, but there was one problem—I had morning classes to teach and needed at least a double shot of coffee on the way to the archaeology department. Being a teacher’s assistant/tutor while completing my PhD in archaeology at Montville State University meant I had to be alert and upbeat in front of the class. Based in the coastal city of Lester Harbor, in the state of Montville, the university had a leading archaeology research center.
As for Mindy, I didn’t have time for anything more than a flirtationship. She managed to find her way out of my apartment later that day and left her black, lacy thong, which I threw in the bathroom bin. My name isn’t Julian Carpenter Richland, the thong-collector. My middle name is my mother’s maiden name, by the way.
I saw college girls like Mindy all the time. In class, at the gym, in the library, and in bed. She was no exception to the rule, and she wasn’t the woman of my life, but she sure knew how to fuck.
I wasn’t going to waste my time in meaningless, empty relationships, let alone listen to shallow conversations and empty giggles. Nah, it wasn’t my style. Plus, I had an ongoing arrangement with Saira Quinn, a woman whose business was pleasure and pain.
Chapter Two
Goodbye, Cameron
Sapphire
Mid-September
“Cameron?”
An icy silence infiltrated the clean air in the sterile, sunlit room. The only thing that broke the peaceful ambiance was the sound of my voice.
“We go back a long way, you and me. I’ll never forget when we first met in junior high. I was new in Lester Harbor, and you said I was the prettiest girl you had ever seen. Oh, we were just kids.” I threw my head back and laughed at the bygone days.
“You were the lovable Cameron Oliver. We sat in church together and held hands during the sermons. Oh, my goodness, you had such a beautiful voice when you sang Amazing Grace. You were like an angel.”
I sighed, toying with a strand of long, cocoa-brown hair that fell over my left shoulder.
“Then, when we started our first day of college together, you combed your hair, which really brought out your beautiful green eyes.”
Those evergreen eyes were shut behind a veil of unconsciousness.
“For years, I’ve loved you, but our worlds are growing apart.”
I’ve got this. Everything will be okay.
“Was it worth it when you cheated on me? I thought we would wait for each other. That our first time would be together when we married. Instead, you threw me away for a night with someone you barely knew.”
I was so fucking stupid. Now in my last year of college, I realized that I’d wasted years loving someone who shitted on my life.
Live and learn, Saph. Live and learn.
I stared at the unconscious man on the hospital bed. The photo of us on his bedside table, placed there by his mother, showed a broad-shouldered and athletic guy who had everything going for him. He practically threw his life away a week ago, shortly after I found out he was fucking another girl. We fought about it, and then he left me so he could drown his sorrows at a boozy party.
That was the night he chose to drive home drunk afterward. He nearly killed himself by driving at a ridiculously high speed off a quiet highway at around two in the morning, veering off the road and crashing into a tree. Fucking idiot.
So here he was, battered, bruised, broken, and unconscious in a hospital bed. His right arm was in a cast, and so was his right leg. People said it was a miracle that he was still alive, and the medical staff believed he would slowly recover.
“Cameron, I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” I whispered.
He couldn’t hear me, but I wasn’t doing this for him. I was doing this for me. I had no idea when he would wake up from his coma, but I wasn’t going to put my life on hold for him. It hurt to think of those bitter memories with Cam, so I had to cut my losses. It was now or never.
“Cameron, I cannot do this.”
I removed the sapphire and gold ring he’d given me and placed it on his bedside.
“Are you okay?” a feminine voice asked, as I felt a soft hand gently clasp my shoulder.
I turned around to my new friend, Vera Richland. We’d met at a book club on campus early in the semester a few weeks back, and she became my rock of support amid the drama. She’d driven me to Saint Andrew’s Hospital to visit Cameron that afternoon.
I felt a shiver run down my spine and rubbed my arms.
“Saph?”
“Right now, I’m not okay. However, I will eventually be fine. Just not right now,” I confessed.
“I’m really sorry, Saph. I think you’re doing the right thing, and I’m here for you.”
Vera’s comforting hug, which reminded me of soft velvet, engulfed my slender frame. A feeling of warmth began to flood my empty heart, and I felt a tsunami of relief.
“I’ve learned something, Vera,” I said, slowly breaking away from the hug.
“What have you learned, sweetie?” Vera asked.
“The world sees Sapphire Blake as a conservative woman who is too afraid to dare. However, that’s not who I am anymore. God, I was such a fucking people pleaser,” I drawled, rolling my eyes.
“So, what are you going to do about it, hon?” Vera’s dark eyes looked into mine.
“I’m not going to give a shit anymore.” I smiled sweetly.
“That’s what I kept saying from the moment we met,” Vera responded, lightly touching my arm.
I turned away from Vera and moved one step closer to Cameron. I placed his limp hand in between my palms, caressing it gently.
“Cameron, I am saying goodbye to you. When you wake up, I won’t be here. I’m doing something I should have done a long time ago. I am moving on.”
Friday, a week later
“Toss or keep?” I asked Vera, holding up a pink cardigan with frills at the cuffs.
We were in the middle of updating my wardrobe, and it was in dire need of a makeover. Our mission was to free my closet of démodé outfits, which would be donated to a secondhand clothing store.
I enjoyed watching Vera’s mouth twitch when she eyed the frills of the old cardigan.
“Definitely toss!” She laughed, picked up the garment, and threw it into a large, black plastic bag, which was filling up fast.
“How about this one?” I questioned, dangling an oversized, black turtleneck jumper.
“Honey, nobody would wear that, even if you paid them.” Vera’s bluntness was one of the reasons why we’d got along ever since we met. It was a blossoming friendship, and we bonded like a house on fire.
“What about the top I’m wearing?” I dared to ask.
“Lose it. It’s fugly.”
I pulled my top off, revealing an old, faded, light-blue bra.
“Get rid of that bra too,” Vera commanded, as she made herself comfortable on my bed.
She was gorgeous, with caramel locks, dark eyes, and a toned body, reminding me of a hot fitness instructor I once saw on television. I was attracted to her forthrightness, her boldness, and her brilliant mind. She was in her final year of law school, and I believed she would make a terrific lawyer one day.
“Do it for me,” she encouraged, tantalizing me with her raised eyebrow and coy smile.
“You first,” I challenged.
“Alright, then.”
Vera removed her tank top and bra, revealing a pair of bouncy breasts. Her nipples were perfectly round, dark, and looked deliciously edible. I sucked the air in and levitated into a state of heightened arousal. As I slowly removed my bra, I felt my nipples harden and tighten. My B-cup breasts were not large, but they were round and perky.
“Now, take off the rest.” Vera’s right finger directed me to remove my jeans and my panties.
“You too,” I said with a lopsided smile, cocking my head slightly to one side. I took off my blue-rimmed glasses and placed them on my writing desk.
Vera removed her shorts and thong, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, which elicited a shock wave of excitement.
“Come. Rest here with me.” She patted a space by her side, and I obeyed her.
As I lay by her side, she stroked my hair and placed her luscious, full lips on mine. Her kisses were different from a man’s kiss. They were soft, yet seductive. Playful, yet not forceful. She was stunning and intoxicating.
“Touch me,” I begged her, as I started molding her breasts with my hands. It was the first time I’d played with another woman, and it was a naturally arousing experience.
We continued touching, kissing, and caressing each other for the next few minutes until Vera’s phone buzzed.
“I have to take this call,” she stated as she glanced at the screen.
“Sure,” I coolly replied, leaning on my side.
“Mindy? What’s up?” Vera slowly got up from the bed when she took the call.
I put my clothes back on, while watching a naked, nubile goddess pace back and forth in my room, with her cellphone to her ear.
“Whoa, slow down hon. Don’t cry—it won’t do you any good. I told you before, and I’ll say it again. He’s not the kind of guy you want to fall for. Trust me, I know him.” Vera looked up at the ceiling as if she had heard this conversation before.
“If you can’t handle it, then you shouldn’t get involved with him.” She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
I began tidying my desk and put my glasses on while waiting for Vera’s phone conversation to end.
“Don’t. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be right over. Okay, bye.” She ended the call, threw the phone on my bed, and picked up her clothes.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s a friend of mine. She’s involved with my brother again, and now she’s an emotional wreck.”
“Sounds like a messy situation,” I commented.
“Oh, you have no idea. I’ll see you at the book club on Monday.”
“What about this weekend?”
“Look, Saph. I hope you don’t get the wrong idea, but I’m not after a relationship right now.” Vera walked up to me and gently kissed my forehead.
“Don’t worry, neither am I,” I assured her.
“Good then. This doesn’t change our friendship, right?” Vera asked, putting her clothes back on.
“Vera, we’re good,” I chuckled, flashing her a satisfied smile.
As I watched Vera walk out of my room, I thought about how my world was changing. It was time to open my mind as if it were a map to a world of undiscovered territory.
E. Pettersen
ISBN 978-1-912768-87-5
https://amzn.to/2Ng8YbD
https://books2read.com/u/47XXGj
Chapter One
Welcome to my Playground
Julian
First semester at Montville State University, August
“Baby, come back to bed,” she purred, grabbing my arm.
“I need to get to class. There’s no time to sleep in.” I sat on the edge of the bed, gently loosened her grip, and kissed her forehead.
“Oh, honey, please, just one more time.”
“There’s a coffee machine on the kitchen bench. Help yourself to it on the way out.”
“But—”
“You were good, sugar.” I leaned forward and ran my hand along her smooth, tan, inner thighs. I slid my index and middle fingers inside her wet slit, pulled out, then licked them to taste her scent.
Melina Montes, or Mindy, was a college student in her prime.
Her flavor? Spicy and aromatic.
***
She was a sexy hellcat whose tits were popping out of her low-cut tank top when I recognized her across the room at a party last night. Dark hair: check. Dark eyes: check. Tiny waist and a fucking banging body: check, check.
She and I had had casual sex before, so it didn’t take long for the familiar flirtation to turn into a make-out session, which resulted in business in the bedroom in my apartment, where she was a star.
Mindy was a little minx who knew how to satisfy a man. Her naked body was a piece of caramel cake, with small droplets of brown candy on the peaks of her breasts, and a smooth pussy that flowed cream so tasty and hot.
She fucked like a pro and knew how to handle my cock with her mouth. She started on the head, tasting it with her tongue, before using her suction technique, which was spot-on perfect.
Sixty-nine was my favorite number, so while she worked her magic on my cock with her lips, I snacked on her exquisite pussy. That pussy had a landing strip of short, dark hair, which I inhaled to take in her aroma. She was musky, sensual, and pleading to be licked.
My tongue landed on her landing strip, giving it gentle licks. Then my mouth dove into her core, nipping, sucking, and circling the ripe center with my wicked tongue. Her whimpers and mewling grew louder as I continued eating her while pinching her perfectly plump nipples with my fingers and thumbs to stimulate a little more pleasure. Those nipples were divine—they were territory that I’d visited from time to time before, nibbling, licking, and devouring them until they were sore.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” Mindy’s filthy mouth broke away from my cock and prayed to a divine deity.
I continued to roll her nipples between my fingers while feasting on her clit, wanting more of that pussy cream. Her body quivered as I continued with the motions, bringing her to a state of euphoria.
“Fuck, Julian, I’m going to come!” Mindy screamed.
I broke my kiss, positioned myself on top of her, and grabbed a condom. Once I had it on, I slid my hard, throbbing cock inside her, pounding into her sweet, wet pussy at a paced speed, until she screamed unfiltered pleasure peppered with obscenities. We both came hard and fast before I collapsed onto her body, catching up on my breathing. A minute later, we lay in silence, and Mindy’s head rested on my chest. She played with the contours of my chest and stomach, tracing her fingers from my sternum to just above my love trail.
“Your abs. They’re so fucking rock hard,” she whispered, before falling asleep.
I’d just had the fuck of my life with Mindy. I’d known her for years, and she would come onto me like a cat in heat. We were amicable, but I wouldn’t call her a friend, so it was a case of acquaintances with benefits. You see, I met her through my sister, Vera, years ago—they both went to high school together and studied law in college. We hooked up from time to time, but that’s all it was.
After a night of little sleep, I woke up at seven, showered, and got ready for class. The mirror reflected a clear image of a man with mahogany hair and light bags under his dark, burnished eyes. I stared at the man, who was six feet tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build, thanks to my daily routine at Evolve Gym. The exercise initially helped me with a few back problems and eventually became a habit of taking care of myself. I lathered my square, unshaven jaw and started shaving for a fresh, clean look.
There’s a faint scar, just above my right eyebrow, which serves as a reminder of my youth, when a little shit by the name of Wilson Cole shoved a swing bench into my forehead. It’s a memento to remind me that the world is full of shitheads, and probably only twenty percent of the population are decent people worth having a conversation with.
I didn’t mind the heavy nights of sex, but there was one problem—I had morning classes to teach and needed at least a double shot of coffee on the way to the archaeology department. Being a teacher’s assistant/tutor while completing my PhD in archaeology at Montville State University meant I had to be alert and upbeat in front of the class. Based in the coastal city of Lester Harbor, in the state of Montville, the university had a leading archaeology research center.
As for Mindy, I didn’t have time for anything more than a flirtationship. She managed to find her way out of my apartment later that day and left her black, lacy thong, which I threw in the bathroom bin. My name isn’t Julian Carpenter Richland, the thong-collector. My middle name is my mother’s maiden name, by the way.
I saw college girls like Mindy all the time. In class, at the gym, in the library, and in bed. She was no exception to the rule, and she wasn’t the woman of my life, but she sure knew how to fuck.
I wasn’t going to waste my time in meaningless, empty relationships, let alone listen to shallow conversations and empty giggles. Nah, it wasn’t my style. Plus, I had an ongoing arrangement with Saira Quinn, a woman whose business was pleasure and pain.
Chapter Two
Goodbye, Cameron
Sapphire
Mid-September
“Cameron?”
An icy silence infiltrated the clean air in the sterile, sunlit room. The only thing that broke the peaceful ambiance was the sound of my voice.
“We go back a long way, you and me. I’ll never forget when we first met in junior high. I was new in Lester Harbor, and you said I was the prettiest girl you had ever seen. Oh, we were just kids.” I threw my head back and laughed at the bygone days.
“You were the lovable Cameron Oliver. We sat in church together and held hands during the sermons. Oh, my goodness, you had such a beautiful voice when you sang Amazing Grace. You were like an angel.”
I sighed, toying with a strand of long, cocoa-brown hair that fell over my left shoulder.
“Then, when we started our first day of college together, you combed your hair, which really brought out your beautiful green eyes.”
Those evergreen eyes were shut behind a veil of unconsciousness.
“For years, I’ve loved you, but our worlds are growing apart.”
I’ve got this. Everything will be okay.
“Was it worth it when you cheated on me? I thought we would wait for each other. That our first time would be together when we married. Instead, you threw me away for a night with someone you barely knew.”
I was so fucking stupid. Now in my last year of college, I realized that I’d wasted years loving someone who shitted on my life.
Live and learn, Saph. Live and learn.
I stared at the unconscious man on the hospital bed. The photo of us on his bedside table, placed there by his mother, showed a broad-shouldered and athletic guy who had everything going for him. He practically threw his life away a week ago, shortly after I found out he was fucking another girl. We fought about it, and then he left me so he could drown his sorrows at a boozy party.
That was the night he chose to drive home drunk afterward. He nearly killed himself by driving at a ridiculously high speed off a quiet highway at around two in the morning, veering off the road and crashing into a tree. Fucking idiot.
So here he was, battered, bruised, broken, and unconscious in a hospital bed. His right arm was in a cast, and so was his right leg. People said it was a miracle that he was still alive, and the medical staff believed he would slowly recover.
“Cameron, I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” I whispered.
He couldn’t hear me, but I wasn’t doing this for him. I was doing this for me. I had no idea when he would wake up from his coma, but I wasn’t going to put my life on hold for him. It hurt to think of those bitter memories with Cam, so I had to cut my losses. It was now or never.
“Cameron, I cannot do this.”
I removed the sapphire and gold ring he’d given me and placed it on his bedside.
“Are you okay?” a feminine voice asked, as I felt a soft hand gently clasp my shoulder.
I turned around to my new friend, Vera Richland. We’d met at a book club on campus early in the semester a few weeks back, and she became my rock of support amid the drama. She’d driven me to Saint Andrew’s Hospital to visit Cameron that afternoon.
I felt a shiver run down my spine and rubbed my arms.
“Saph?”
“Right now, I’m not okay. However, I will eventually be fine. Just not right now,” I confessed.
“I’m really sorry, Saph. I think you’re doing the right thing, and I’m here for you.”
Vera’s comforting hug, which reminded me of soft velvet, engulfed my slender frame. A feeling of warmth began to flood my empty heart, and I felt a tsunami of relief.
“I’ve learned something, Vera,” I said, slowly breaking away from the hug.
“What have you learned, sweetie?” Vera asked.
“The world sees Sapphire Blake as a conservative woman who is too afraid to dare. However, that’s not who I am anymore. God, I was such a fucking people pleaser,” I drawled, rolling my eyes.
“So, what are you going to do about it, hon?” Vera’s dark eyes looked into mine.
“I’m not going to give a shit anymore.” I smiled sweetly.
“That’s what I kept saying from the moment we met,” Vera responded, lightly touching my arm.
I turned away from Vera and moved one step closer to Cameron. I placed his limp hand in between my palms, caressing it gently.
“Cameron, I am saying goodbye to you. When you wake up, I won’t be here. I’m doing something I should have done a long time ago. I am moving on.”
Friday, a week later
“Toss or keep?” I asked Vera, holding up a pink cardigan with frills at the cuffs.
We were in the middle of updating my wardrobe, and it was in dire need of a makeover. Our mission was to free my closet of démodé outfits, which would be donated to a secondhand clothing store.
I enjoyed watching Vera’s mouth twitch when she eyed the frills of the old cardigan.
“Definitely toss!” She laughed, picked up the garment, and threw it into a large, black plastic bag, which was filling up fast.
“How about this one?” I questioned, dangling an oversized, black turtleneck jumper.
“Honey, nobody would wear that, even if you paid them.” Vera’s bluntness was one of the reasons why we’d got along ever since we met. It was a blossoming friendship, and we bonded like a house on fire.
“What about the top I’m wearing?” I dared to ask.
“Lose it. It’s fugly.”
I pulled my top off, revealing an old, faded, light-blue bra.
“Get rid of that bra too,” Vera commanded, as she made herself comfortable on my bed.
She was gorgeous, with caramel locks, dark eyes, and a toned body, reminding me of a hot fitness instructor I once saw on television. I was attracted to her forthrightness, her boldness, and her brilliant mind. She was in her final year of law school, and I believed she would make a terrific lawyer one day.
“Do it for me,” she encouraged, tantalizing me with her raised eyebrow and coy smile.
“You first,” I challenged.
“Alright, then.”
Vera removed her tank top and bra, revealing a pair of bouncy breasts. Her nipples were perfectly round, dark, and looked deliciously edible. I sucked the air in and levitated into a state of heightened arousal. As I slowly removed my bra, I felt my nipples harden and tighten. My B-cup breasts were not large, but they were round and perky.
“Now, take off the rest.” Vera’s right finger directed me to remove my jeans and my panties.
“You too,” I said with a lopsided smile, cocking my head slightly to one side. I took off my blue-rimmed glasses and placed them on my writing desk.
Vera removed her shorts and thong, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, which elicited a shock wave of excitement.
“Come. Rest here with me.” She patted a space by her side, and I obeyed her.
As I lay by her side, she stroked my hair and placed her luscious, full lips on mine. Her kisses were different from a man’s kiss. They were soft, yet seductive. Playful, yet not forceful. She was stunning and intoxicating.
“Touch me,” I begged her, as I started molding her breasts with my hands. It was the first time I’d played with another woman, and it was a naturally arousing experience.
We continued touching, kissing, and caressing each other for the next few minutes until Vera’s phone buzzed.
“I have to take this call,” she stated as she glanced at the screen.
“Sure,” I coolly replied, leaning on my side.
“Mindy? What’s up?” Vera slowly got up from the bed when she took the call.
I put my clothes back on, while watching a naked, nubile goddess pace back and forth in my room, with her cellphone to her ear.
“Whoa, slow down hon. Don’t cry—it won’t do you any good. I told you before, and I’ll say it again. He’s not the kind of guy you want to fall for. Trust me, I know him.” Vera looked up at the ceiling as if she had heard this conversation before.
“If you can’t handle it, then you shouldn’t get involved with him.” She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
I began tidying my desk and put my glasses on while waiting for Vera’s phone conversation to end.
“Don’t. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be right over. Okay, bye.” She ended the call, threw the phone on my bed, and picked up her clothes.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s a friend of mine. She’s involved with my brother again, and now she’s an emotional wreck.”
“Sounds like a messy situation,” I commented.
“Oh, you have no idea. I’ll see you at the book club on Monday.”
“What about this weekend?”
“Look, Saph. I hope you don’t get the wrong idea, but I’m not after a relationship right now.” Vera walked up to me and gently kissed my forehead.
“Don’t worry, neither am I,” I assured her.
“Good then. This doesn’t change our friendship, right?” Vera asked, putting her clothes back on.
“Vera, we’re good,” I chuckled, flashing her a satisfied smile.
As I watched Vera walk out of my room, I thought about how my world was changing. It was time to open my mind as if it were a map to a world of undiscovered territory.
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