Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Hey, girl,” I dial her up. Min had decided to live at home while attending cosmetology school because she wants to be a make-up artist for celebrities, doing camera-ready contouring and even light Botox. I guess you don’t have to be a doctor to administer that stuff; you can be a licensed aesthetician. Mindy is totally into it.
“Hey, girl,” she manages to utter before she’s interrupted. “Boomer! Go away!” she screeches before the slam of the door rings out over the receiver.
I sigh. Despite the fact that we’ve graduated, there are some things about life that haven’t changed at all.
“Heya,” she greets again. “Sorry about that. What’s new?”
“School’s okay,” I say listlessly. “I wish I were at home with you.”
“No you don’t,” she disagrees encouragingly. “What, you’re dating Chip McCreighton now, right? You should be having a great time at State.”
I nod silently, miserable. “I know I should, but…” my voice trails off.
“But you’re still thinking about Stone Phillips, right?” Mindy finishes for me, her voice compassionate. We’ve talked about this endless times, and she knows the routine. “I know, honey – that man took your virginity, so you’re still hung up on him. I know, I know. We all have a thing for our first; I mean, I still think about Jimmy McPherson sometimes, and that loser’s in jail now. That’s what our first does to us – we always have a soft spot for them. But Mr. Phillips is gone now, okay? You’ve got to move on; you have your whole life in front of you.”
I nod miserably again. I know what Mindy is saying is true. I’m attached to Stone because he’d taken my cherry and introduced me to the wonders of sex. My body is still enthralled by him. But how can I explain my unexpected hang-up, how I still dream of him, of our conversations together, and our electric emotional charge?
Mindy would never get it, so I change the subject instead. She’s tired of hearing it anyway, and I don’t want to wear her out.
“I’m taking biology again,” I announce dully. “College level this time.”
“Oh right, you never took the AP test,” mutters Mindy comfortingly. Without Mr. Phillips, I’d lost all of my motivation and skipped the test, forgoing any opportunity at getting a jump on college credit. “No worries. You’ll be amazing in class; you were always so good at that kind of stuff. Me, on the other hand,” she jokes, “I could barely read and write. I’m surprised Spencer graduated me.”
I laugh at that. The truth is, Mindy’s family has more money than God, and they could have bought her a diploma from Spencer if it had come to that. But there’s no need to get into that. My friend is well on her way to fulfilling her dream, and I’m grateful to chat with her, even if for only a minute about nonsensical stuff.
“Okay, well, thanks, Min. I’ve got to get to class now. Say hi to Boomer for me, will you?” I ask. The little boy has always been so cute; it’s hard to believe he’s in eighth grade now.
“Will do,” promises my friend. “Now, go to class and kick some ass!”
And with a smile, I hang up the phone and pick up my backpack. It’s time I get over my ex-teacher; I have my life before me, and I have to stop mooning over what shoulda, coulda, woulda been. It’s time to pick myself up and start anew. So with a determined look, I straighten my shoulders and begin walking to class. It’s a new me. Evie Jones is here to take the world by storm, and Stone Phillips and high school are in the rearview mirror now. I will force myself to move on, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it takes out of me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Stone
Evie looks gorgeous when I catch a glimpse of her walking across campus. She’s put on weight, which only makes her more beautiful. Her curvaceous figure is even more exaggerated, and her boobs and butt are bouncing with each step. My mouth waters at the sight, my staff immediately punching out against my fly.
Down, boy, I scold. What the fuck? You haven’t seen her in a year, and you’re already ready to fuck through a metal sheet.
But that’s it exactly. I haven’t seen Evie in a year, and my body is dying for her. I’m so hungry for her that I’m ready to tackle her on the campus green and ravage her right here in front of dozens of passersby. She is so juicy and so delectable that my cock starts dripping. The front of my crotch grows wet, the fabric no match for the leaky faucet I’ve become.
But just when I’m about to cross the green and assault the curvy girl, a hulk of a teenage boy comes into the picture, swinging his arm around Evie’s shoulders familiarly and making her smile at something. And her smile … god, it’s so beautiful. It lights up her face and makes me ache inside. Shudder, too, because the smile is for him, not for me.