Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
One, two, three, four orgasms later, I’m finally starting to sweat. My pulse pounds in my ears, but that impalpable spot within still cries out, desperate for satisfaction. I turn Charles off and slide him back in his drawer.
“God, I love you, pal,” I say with a heavy sigh.
I don’t love him. Not really. I’ve never felt love for anyone other than my parents. Reese is awesome, but I don’t love her. That’s an emotion you’re supposed to feel for ‘the one.’ Who I have not met yet.
Staring up at the ceiling, I wonder if this will be the view for the rest of my life from bed. Alone. Isolated from the rest of the world. Pleasuring myself with a mechanically made boyfriend while dreaming of what all the other girls are out there doing. Girls who actually have the courage to talk to a member of the other sex.
I wish someone would just make me.
Make me talk to a guy, make me kiss a guy, make me just spread my legs for the right man so I can get over this anxiety I have.
Four whole orgasms—not including the ones from earlier today—and I’m still unsatisfied. The ache between my legs is still there, beneath the pulsing aftershocks of my last climax.
A breeze blows in, and the candles gutter out, leaving me in a king-sized bed by myself, aching with desperate need, too shy to go out with my only friend to actually meet someone who could change my life.
Can I be cured?
Or will this ritual be the only thing that keeps me sane?
2
EVIE
When I wake up, I don’t even bother opening my eyes. I just reach for Charles’ drawer like I do every morning as a matter of habit. But just as I grab the knob, the sound of knocking at the front door nearly startles me out of bed.
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sit up and deflate. I recognize the sound instantly. Reese.
“Wake up, loser!” she shouts, adding a kick that actually shakes the walls of my crappy apartment.
“Coming!” I shout groggily as I crawl out of bed and into a pair of raggedy Santa pajama bottoms. I have no idea where I got them or why I still have them, but they’re comfortable.
Reese is all wide-eyed and full of smiles when I open the door, and she throws herself onto me, nearly crushing me in a hug. She still smells of smoke and alcohol from wherever she was last night.
“Have you slept yet?” I ask.
Laughing, she shakes her head. “Met this hot guy named Trevor. Not just hot, but also so nice. We ended up talking all night at his place.”
“Just talking?” I ask. She pushes past me inside.
“Well. And some other stuff…” Using her middle finger, she makes a suggestive motion between her legs.
“Riiiight.” I nod.
“How was your night?” she asks, gulping down an entire glass of water in seconds. She’s talking just fine, but I’d bet she’s still hung over.
“Oh, ya know,” I reply, looking away. “Same ‘ol same ‘ol.”
Making a tsk sound with her tongue against her teeth, she takes a seat at the table and gives me that look my mom always used to give me when I lived at home. Disapproval.
“You’re gonna jack-hammer your pussy into bubblegum, you know that, right?”
Groaning, I go to the pantry and grab some cereal. “Leave me alone.” I’m still slightly mortified that Reese knows my schedule with Charles. I let it slip one night, and I regret it. But that wasn’t half as bad as when she found him in between the couch cushions on another one of her unannounced visits.
“I’m just trying to help,” she replies. “And speaking of which, you’re coming out tonight.”
“Am not.”
“You are. That guy I met? He’s throwing a house-warming party later, and you are coming.”
“Nope,” I reply as I sit down with my bowl. “I’m gonna eat my cereal, work on a few logos I have to design for this new publishing company, and then—”
“And then lock yourself in your bedroom with Charles,” she interrupts, cocking one eyebrow at me. “Am I wrong?”
Shrugging, I spoon a mouthful of cereal and just give her the look. The one all girlfriends have that basically says everything without saying it. She smirks back at me. “You know, I’m not leaving until you agree to come out. And I’m going to make it impossible for you to work while I’m here.”
My stomach drops. She’s half-joking but also serious. Reese doesn’t do this sort of thing often, but when she gets her mind set, there’s no changing it.
“So either I go to this party with you, or I don’t get any work done today?”
“That’s right!” she laughs, heading for the door. “I’ll be back around eight to pick you up. Look cute. There will be boys there.”