Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Fuck, the more I look at her, the more I want her.
5
Karen
I hate confrontation and so far there’s been a little too much for my liking. If it hadn’t been for Zach sticking his 5 inch cock into Rachel’s mouth I would be out of here in the car and driving somewhere with him. Anywhere. Far from here.
But Zach is gone. And I’m alone.
My phone’s buzzing somewhere, so I dive to the other side of the room to pick it. I just hope that it’s not Zach again. There’s no point talking to him, because I have nothing to say. For the first time in six years, I’m standing up to him.
“Hey,” Sandra says, and I feel relieved to hear a friendly voice.
“Hi.”
“What’s up? You sound down. I was debating whether to ring or not. I thought that maybe you were all loved up with Zach.”
“Zach and I split up.”
“Oh, so that thing on Facebook wasn’t a joke?”
I laugh; so much has happened since I posted that picture that I’d forgotten all about it, especially earlier on when Colt’s hands were all over my body. I lick my lips thinking about what could have happened if Daniel hadn’t turned up and ruined it all.
“Fuck!” I say as I log on to Facebook on my Mac. “There’s like forty thousand likes. The damn thing’s gone viral!”
She laughs, “This is why I thought that it was a joke. Wow, if I had known then I would have called sooner. So, whatcha doin’?”
This is the joke, “I’m in my room. Eating a piece of dry chicken and some bread.”
“Wow, things must be bad. Why not come here?”
“I’m not eating this because of Zach. There’s just some drama going on with Daniel and Colt.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of weird. They just got into one big fight. Not even sure what it’s about. But they just went into one. So, I’m kind of hiding in the bedroom away from them.”
“What a great summer! You were really looking forward to it. If it makes you feel better, my dad’s not much better. Then again, he’s not as hot as yours.”
I laugh as I think about Daniel earlier. If she had seen him then, she would have thought that he was off the scales. He’s even sexier with his new look.
“My dad’s been dumped too, so he wants to spend way too much time with me. I just had an idea. Why not come here?”
Her dad has a really bad reputation. He’s not exactly sexy like Daniel. More like over the hill, with everything on the large scale, including his bank account which is why women chase after him like a swarm of bees. Sandra can probably sense that I’m down. I’m not good at hiding my feelings at the best of times. Besides, she’s right; this is a big disappointment. I ran out of the lecture theater looking forward to the summer vacations. Now, all I can think about going back to college.
“If I’m going to have the summer free, I thought maybe I’d get a jump on looking for internships after Senior year,” I tell her.
She laughs, “You need to get out of there. You sound down and there’s always a way to get you back in spirits,” Sandra tells me. “You just need to think outside of the box of a house. Weren’t you supposed to vacation somewhere? Can’t you go by yourself?”
“I have visions of Zach still going, but taking Rachel instead.”
“You think that he would do that?”
I sigh as I think about what Zach would or wouldn’t do. If someone had asked me if Zach would ever cheat on me. I would have told them, no. I would have defended him and said that he’s a flirt, but I’m his girl, and even though I’ve been around the block, I’m able to hang my hat up for him.
As I look out of the window at the pool, I think about Colt. About us out there earlier and what would have happened if Daniel hadn’t walked in. I was horny and Zach didn’t even enter my mind. Maybe the real reason I never wanted sex with Zach wasn’t to do with my exams, but more to do with his premature ejaculation problem.
Or maybe it was deeper than that. I never realized until now but maybe I was actually right earlier on where I told you I was looking to prove something by staying with him. “I don’t know,” Sandra says, interrupting my thoughts. “You know him better than me. Besides, why are we still talking about that jerk?”
I laugh, “I haven’t got a clue. Damn, some of these comments on Facebook are hilarious.” I start to chuckle about the things that his friends on the basketball team have written about him. “Can only score a hoop on the court? Not in the bedroom. Damn! These guys are harsh.”