TENSION The alcohol clears from my eyes as the words register in my mind. “But it is late, who studies at this time?” I am also bewildered, “Maybe students who want to actually graduate?” Janice asked, her words were a slur. I am starting to regret giving her the drink. “I have to go change my clothes.” I smell like cheap liquor, I did not want him thinking I drank all the time. “I have something that will be perfect for you.” Jessica says as she swayed into her bedroom. We were basically the same size, but I never borrowed someone else's clothes before, Sarah and i were not that close. “Get into the shower, there is a packet of unused brushes in there.” Jessica ordered.In my muddled and alcohol induced brain, I knew my choices were limited, so I waddle into the shower. When I get out, there is a black hoodie dress laid out for me. “I never wore it more than once. And it is clean. It also is sexy and studious at the same time.”I am shaking

LIES It was the churros. I blame the churros for that day. Class had just ended for the day, and i was going to skip the other classes, when I had a sudden and very random craving for churros. And the food truck that sold churros happened to be stationed at the parking lot that led to his office. And I swear the craving had nothing to do with him, I was not expecting to see him, I assumed he had other classes. After I got a bunch of churros, I was going to drive away happily, when I saw him slide into his Toyota. A churro in clamped in between my teeth, I started to follow his car, staying an appropriate distance away. I remember the flutter of butterflies that gathered in my belly as I watched him switch lanes. And very soon, he parked in front of this southern home, the kind with wrap around porches. I parked at the house before his, and watched as he climbed out of his car and into the house with a bunch of keys. My churro long forgotten as I stare

LACE“A Kegel?” He nods. My professor is not the shy nerd he used to be in the classroom. It is like he has two different sides. And he is comfortable in both sides. And I cannot expatiate on how much of a turn on this is for me. I am a woman on a mission though. I am done hiding in the shadows. “ can you show me.”A raised brow in question. He legs are perfectly crossed, his shirt first two buttons are undone and i can see a little bit of tanned skin. His hair is pleasantly dishevelled. This is a new development as this was not how I left him back at the classroom. “Show you?”The electricity is back on between us. There is charge in the air and every breath he takes tightens the currents in my nipples that are struggling to poke holes into my new lace bra. “Yeah. I don't know how to do that. Why don't you show me how.” I bite my lip and give him the most innocent look I can muster.He looks impressed and gets up from his place, and our eyes do not lea

SLURPMy shoulders slump when my dad's secretary; Joanna picked up the phone and tells me that no, it was not Elizabeth Harrington the second who had died, but my father's mother, Yvonne Cicconati. My shoulders did not slump because I was sad about the passing of my grandma, but instead, I was sad mostly because it was the wrong grandma that passed. I did not even know Yvonne like that, she was not interested in knowing anyone from the Harrington family and i don't blame her one bit, I would not want to know any of them if I were not one of them. For example, Anderson Harrington; he knows his daughter would never call him voluntarily, yet he let his secretary respond to me in his stead. Fucking coward. “Will you be coming for the funeral?” Joanna's voice asked in my ear.I burst out laughing, startling Jessica who was perched at the edge of her seat as if waiting to hear who died. “No thank you. I am certain nobody wants me there. And more im

CHASTE I grasp the seat handles tight and shut my eyes as I count from ten to one backwards. “You okay?”I nod quickly with my eyes closed. I curse my parents for letting this happen. I would have happily visited the other orphanage back at California. “Are you scared of flying?”I push down my shame and nod once. Great, my sexy can do it all girl approach, just flew out of the window. “Can I help?” His voice is soothing but I am still terrified of opening my eyes so I stay pressed into my seat, whilst gripping the handles as the plane starts to ascend. I feel the warmth of his hand on mine, and despite my fear, I want to run his hand around my body. “There is something I do with my sister, she is also afraid of heights. If you don't mind, let me do the same for you.”I think about it with my eyes closed, if he does it for his sister then it would be very chaste, nothing like what I would like. But beggars could not be choosers.