Novel & Cerita Sexting Buddies

I’d start teaching at Truman in a few weeks and this version of myself would cease to exist like some kind of reverse Cinderella story. What did this even make us? Friends with benefits? We weren’t really friends and there hadn’t been any benefits. Fuck buddies? Definitely lacking in the fuck department. Summer fling? Too romantic. Summer study buddies with sexual tension? Academic liaison with unresolved chemistry? Skincare partners with emotional complications?

A day came when Hannah wrote a letter to their parents, posing as Aleesha that the latter wants to be a pornstar or a stripper or even both. That made Aleesha's father to change Aleesha's school to where her mother was the proprietress. This was so that her mother could keep an eye on her. That was where she met her Romeo, Sa'eed. She was tiredly absentmindedly walking when she twisted her ankle. She shrieked in pain gaining people's attention. Sa'eed then being the acting health prefect for junior secondary took her to the sick bay where she was treated, then and there, she knew she had gotten her soulmate.

Since Dex wasn’t in my class for this course unit, she took a different subject. “But seriously, what’s the status between you and that hot guy? Are you two a couple, or is it just friends with benefits?” I stopped typing and looked at her. “Friends with benefits?” “Yeah, fuck buddy?” She even made a dramatic face with wide eyes. “Oh my God! Are you two fuck buddies?? No ‘I love you, baby,’ just straight to it? Oh my God!” I stopped because of that. Since then, I haven’t heard anything like that from Kalix.

Cassie: I was sexting with Gina when she got the news. Me: goodnight! Aldo chuckles this time. “Our friends are fucked up! Now come here and snuggle me!” He pulls me against his chest and both of us are so tired that cleaning up is far from our minds…

“I'm just doing business….” “Small business but every two weeks you get transfers of over a hundred million? What small business is that?” The woman in front of them snorted in annoyance, she doesn't seem to be able to think and doesn't expect her guest to be this stubborn. “Fadly and I are fuck buddy. He paid me because he is satisfied with our game in bed… satisfied? What's wrong with me now? We just did normal transactions..he paid me because I managed to satisfy him in bed, no one can be punished for that..we like each other...he gave me money as a token of appreciation for me...for making him satisfied and happy..not every sex he pays..because I'm not a prostitute. We're just friends...

This was the way he and his buddies found worked for them best. They discovered it when they were rooming together at university. Catching each other while having sex with a girl. He’d often sit there watching one guy or another take a girl as he beat off. They didn’t share dates or anything like that. It was a kinky thing to watch others having sex and find yourself watched. It was different if they touched.

The thought of having him as my sex buddy felt so pleasing. But how do I bring this up to him? He had been nothing but nice to me. Would this make him mad? Or would he easily agree since he was already into this kind of stuff? If he refuses,things might get awkward between us and I didn’t want that. Should I just go to a club and search for a sex buddy? Do they find sex buddies in club? Would it even be safe to get a stranger to be my sex buddy? I might barely know Arturo but I was comfortable around him.

Looking back maybe everything about us was wrong from the start right until the end, except for the good sex. Perhaps I was just trying to fool myself that we were a loving couple even when we rarely did anything together because we were too worried about our relationship being exposed. For me, I was scared because I was afraid of losing my job if anyone from our workplace found out. For him, he was probably more afraid of his real girlfriend finding out. Looking back, our relationship was nothing more than meeting up for heated sex and going out on secret dates that ended up in very steamy sessions at random hotels. ‘Fuck buddies’ is what they call something like that, right?

cyber-bullying and group chat-exclusion, her roomie Yssy’s specialty. Indeed the female population of Camp Unplugged are the SNS-addicts. Those who passive-aggressively seen-zone other girls, do a timed Unfollow or Defriend, and screenshot liberally but always out of context. Yssy and the others are the type of girls you don’t want to cross virtual paths with because they’re the Queens of vaguebooking to fish for attention, humblebragging to make others feel envious, posting statuses as thinly veiled shots, casting Favorites and Likes as declarations of war, or not casting them as declarations of the same.

Ez says, which makes me lift my head up. "Ouch, sounds like you're speaking from experience." I slip my phone into my back pocket. "Wanna talk about it?" I ask him sarcastically. "I can play your personal therapist." Ez instantly shuts up and gets into the car, as if I've offended his whole existence or something like that. "You weren't wrong," Sergio says, chuckling. "He caught his ex sexting his old buddy right before one of his races a few days ago." I shoot my eyes at Ez and Tris in the back seat of Elliott's car. "Should I apologize to him or..." I trail off.