JAMIE WILLISI didn't have the wrong girl.Her eyes had a flirtatious glare in them that pushed all my warning lights. If I had any sense left then I'd stay as far away from her as possible.She was just the kind of trouble I didn't need. It was too fucking early for this."I'll assume you enjoyed the class too." I said uneasily.She swung her legs back and forth. The movement made her skirt edge up till it moved past the danger point. I forced myself to look away. Focus on the board."It depends." She said."Depends on?""What part of the class you think I enjoyed." She grinned. "If it's watching you teach, now that was enjoyable."Her eyes took a slow seductive trail down my body. It chilled my blood and boiled my bones all in one breath. Her eyes were dangerous brown eyes.Who is this walking temptation?"I'm Jean. Jean Harrison." She said almost as if she had read my mind.Jean Harrison…That name. She was one of the top. I had gone through a list of all the students with the high
MICHELLE PEYTON“Why do I feel like you aren’t hearing a damn word I said the whole time?”Lonnie’s voice made me jerk back to reality. Fuck! Did I zone out again?!He had a look of pure frustration on his soft face. I couldn’t blame him. He had put up with so much from me and yet here he was like a little lost puppy.Lonnie sighed. “Michelle, what’s going on? What are you thinking about?”I smiled nervously, shaking my head.If he could get a preview of what I was thinking about then he would drop dead from severe heartbreak. I didn’t want to be the one to do that to him even though he had it coming.“It’s nothing. I'm just having a rough week.”“A rough week? It’s Monday!”Oops! “I know. It’s just one of those things.”Sitting across from him, I tried to imagine what had made me agree to be his girlfriend in the first place. He wasn’t my type even if he had a full magical makeover courtesy of the fairy godmother herself.“Anything I can help you with?” Lonnie said.He sounded genu
JAMIE WILLIS"I almost feel bad for Brad," I said as we walked together.Her body felt soft against mine reminding me how long it had been since I'd been this close to a woman.Too long."No, you don't." She smirked.She was right. I didn't feel bad for Brad because his loss had given me the opportunity of a lifetime. Assuming I got lucky."Let's pretend like you're right." I scoffed. "What happened by the way? If you don't mind me asking."She shook her head. Her short blonde hair moved effortlessly. "I don't mind. He was a bore. If I had to sit through five more minutes of that then I would have stabbed a fork through my forehead."We both laughed. She had an easy manner that made our conversation natural. It was almost as if we had known each other for a long time."Thanks for rescuing me by the way." She said with a cool smile."Anytime," I replied with a confident nod. "It's what I do.""Whoa! In that case, I should get your number then because I get myself into these awkward spo
JEAN HARRISONI didn’t know how to react. He left me there in the hall with the voices in my head screaming. My whole body tensed as I tried to understand what had just happened.Did he just walk away from me? The cocky bastard.It was as if something had shattered in my core. All I could think about was the bitter taste it left in my mouth and how much I wanted to get back at him for making me feel this way. It took a lot of effort but I finally got up from the table and left the hall.Rejection wasn’t an easy thing to deal with especially since it was the first time I’d gotten rejected. My bones echoed to the depths of my being. It was as if my soul had been yanked away from my body and thrown into the pit of despair.Everything from that point on just seemed to infuriate me more and more so I decided to go to the one place where I could be all alone. The roof.The silence there was bliss to me. I wanted to scream away most of the anger I was feeling but I knew some nosey too-gooder
JAMIE WILLISIt was normal human behavior to feel a sense of joy and relief when a person gets a break from work yet here I was feeling the opposite. I hated the idea of spending another godforsaken day cooked up in my apartment.The worst part was that I could hear them. Jayne and her girlfriend ― I could hear every little sound they were making through the walls. It was like they were taunting me on purpose ― Holding it over my head that I had lost the chance to hit it.Their giggles at night and lovey-dovey noises drove me to the brink of madness. I wondered what they were laughing about. It had to be me. I couldn’t think of anything else that would amuse them.As if that wasn’t enough, the next morning crowned it off when I got up to a knock on my door. It was too late to turn back when I answered and saw them there, smiling, in each other’s arms.“Honey, this is the guy I was telling you about,” Jayne said grinning like an idiot.So they were talking about me huh…I tried to act
MICHELLE PEYTONI knew Lonnie was a spineless soggy whimpy man-child but I never imagined he would be incapable of fucking.It had been going great until the very last minute when his dick went completely limp never to rise again. The bastard literally died on us. Every effort to bring it back to life proved futile.He had slept on the couch leaving me to have the bed which didn't matter because I couldn't sleep. I even considered murdering him as he slept. It was a miracle I didn't. The next morning I left just as the sun came out.I'd never felt so infuriated in my entire life. Different thoughts found their slimy way into my mind. The worse kind of thoughts. The "what if's".What if seeing my naked body put him off? What if I was just so unattractive that he couldn't get hard? What if it was all my fault? What if my attempts to make him hard were all sloppy?By the time I got to my room, I'd worked myself into a state. I needed to talk to someone about what had happened and the onl
JEAN HARRISONFor someone as smart as Michelle Peyton to come up with a stupid suggestion just proves what I'd always suspected. Smart people weren't great thinkers.Her idea was heavily flawed and I had told her to take it and shove it up her ass where it mattered.I entered my room slamming the door in her face. It was very satisfying. More than I cared to admit.My roomies were out again probably fucking men. I envied them. I didn't have many guys I could turn to for casual sex anymore. I had been forced to cut off most of them when their excessive attention started becoming creepy. Only Jeff had managed to keep from stepping out of line.Exhaustion swept my body. Every joint ached mostly the ones below my hips.Stripping, I wobble into the shower and allow the water to run through my body I cup both breasts with soapy hands and lather them until they are covered by a thick layer of bubbles. I've almost forgotten how soft these bad boys feel… The water cooled me which was just wh
MICHELLE PEYTONI stood there regretting whatever stupid impulse had led me to think Jean Harrison was going to be reasonable and see the brilliance of my idea.The girl had good grades and smarts but most of her brain cells had died off from getting fucked too much.I went back to my room and told Corey about it. She wasn't surprised."Jean Harrison doesn't strike me as the teamwork kind of gal. What do you think?"Of course, she was right. Jean's pride and ego wouldn't allow her to see the possibility of success in joining forces. It was an obvious flaw most confident people suffered from."I know what would cheer you up," Corey said. The look in her eyes warned me."This feels like one of those things I'd regret saying yes to so I rather not hear it."She grinned evilly. "The only way I can see that happening is if you pushed a butter knife through your ears and effective as it might be, I can't promise you won't suffer from some degree of brain damage."She was right. I wasn't goi