ROCKED“One legged split.” He ordered.I haven’t done splits in ages, I don’t know if I can pull it off without pulling a muscle or two. But my professor has demanded and i intend to deliver. My eyes land on the digital clock above his head, Sarah must still be waiting for the pizza I went to get. She was against greasy food but she cannot say no to a girl grieving the loss of her grandmother. “Can you show me? I don't know how half a split looks like.”I had an idea but his hands all over my body was what I needed at the moment. He eyes me for a second before walking towards me. I stare at him through my mask and i don’t know if he can tell that I want him desperately. “A split with one leg stretched and the other folded.” He instructs as his hands guides my left leg into a split, I pretend I don’t hear a few bones pop and focus on spikes of pleasure that shoots from where our skin touch. “Like this?” I ask as my core kisses the bench.He swallo

MAMA He bent lower then, a smug smirk on his face. I could feel the heat from his mouth ad he spoke; “Hey big mama, mind if we get acquainted tonight?” Beside me Jessica muffles a chuckle. I roll my eyes at Dean, but my sights are set on Vaughn. He had walked into the bar without looking at anybody. He was sitting at the other end of the bar, his expression forlorn, he was yet to look up and about. “What is he doing here?” Jessica hurriedly whispers to me.I shrug, causing Dean's eyes to bulge from the movement of my breasts. Shaking my head, I tell him; “Our drinks are on you tonight.”He nods distractedly, I hope he was not a student, the drinks we ordered were not student drinks. “He never struck me as the kind that came to bars.” Jessica says in wonder. “Who? The guy in the corner?” the bartender asked as he served our drinks. I nod at Dean who was indiscriminately staring at my breasts, I was starting to get uncomfortable. “You'll get sl

DIM He stands before me, his eyes dark, my nerdy professor gone. In his place, the dominant man. “You remember what you did?”I nod meekly. Unable to form words, how could I? What could I possibly say to make the situation better? “Use words.”“Yes, sir.”“I did not like that. You know that right?”Of course, who would like being thrown up on? This was so embarrassing. My face was red when I answered; “Yes, sir.”“Then why did you do it?”I blink, rooted in place. How do I respond to that question? There was no answer to that. “Words, Roxanne.” He groans.“I was drunk. I'm so sorry, I should not have done that. I didn’t mean to.” I cry. His eyes take me in. I must look dishevelled, my hair was full of nuts that I have to untangle, my face flushed from the alcohol, my breath was stink up the place. I officially give up, I don't have any more dignity to go after this man. He had seen me at my worst, and you don’t throw up on men you want

CHAOTIC “So, do I call up my brother now or?”I chuckle from my place at the kitchen, I was attempting making cinnamon rolls. I was using store bought rolls but the kitchen was still a mess. “Why are you so keen on using your brother?”“Are you kidding me? I’d take any chance for him to get socked in the face, plus he has been bugging me to set you guys up since that day. Not just him any way, the entire beach wants to be set up with you.” I have not been approached by anyone from the beach before. “And they can’t ask by themselves?”She snorts derisively, “Have you seen you walk alone? You are very unapproachable. You look like everything is a complete waste of time.”That sounds very familiar. Maybe it's in the genes then. Not the botox. “Anyway, when we're ready. Or you are ready, we have an unending stream of guys that would die to just hang out with you.” “Janice would lose her shit. I can’t do that to her. We are piners.”Jessica

PG “How could you do this to all of humanity?” Jessica shrieked dramatically. I would say she was being dramatic as per usual, but I also want to know why Janice had chosen to wear these types of clothes when she had such killer legs. “I would like to lie and say I did not want the attention as I have to study religiously, but, holy shit, I never knew my legs looked this good.”We burst out laughing as we watch her take herself in. She kept spinning, touching her legs if they were real. I tied her hair into a bun on top of her head, and Janice was a new being, after she tossed her vests of course, she was wearing a tank top, and fought to keep the bra because ‘she was not there yet.’ Jessica and i hide in her room, opening the door just a crack so we can get a view of the living room when Cam showed, we wanted a first-hand knowledge of everything. Janice was pretending to do the dishes, backing the front door, Cam will not know what hit him. We