TEMPTATION - A Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Gabi Moore
said finally. He extended his hand to help me up, but I refused it and stood up myself.
“I’ll just walk myself the rest of the way, thanks. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. I have some emails to write.” And I walked off.
Chapter 7
D,
Well, there is something you can do to help, honestly. Please don’t think I’m being too forward, but I always felt like I could open up to you, even though we’ve never really gotten the chance to get to know each other that well.
The truth is, Anthony and I broke up. I’m feeling pretty awful about everything. It’s been a bit of a nasty breakup, so it’s nice just to speak to someone who doesn’t really know him, you know? He was a great guy, but like I said, we were two very different people.
Can you keep a secret? It’s a little embarrassing. I tell everyone we grew apart and make up excuses, but the truth is that we broke up because he wouldn’t have sex with me. Ever. Maybe that sounds crazy, but it feels good just to share that with someone. He’s the kind who wants to wait till marriage. I couldn’t handle it. I guess you could say I’m just too passionate. Sex is very important to me. Hope you’re well.
Annie
PS: You never answered my question. Do you have a girlfriend?
So, the die is cast. The deed is done. I stared at this email for a long time, at each little pixel, pondering how such tiny things, when there were enough of them, could build up something so big.
I hit send.
But how much of this email was actually a lie, though? Maybe it was true that David and I were very different people. Maybe it was true that it felt good to finally just talk, anonymously, to someone about sex. And maybe …maybe the part about me being passionate wasn’t quite a lie, either. I looked at the tiny avatar of Annie, blond and generically good looking, oblivious to what was going on in her name.
I could be sexual, too. In fact, when I was ready, I fully intended to be a passionate, unbridled woman, to go at it every chance I got, and to fuck my heart out. Really. I slipped my hand into the band of my skirt again, finding faint traces of all the excitement that had happened earlier that day. Fingertips wet, I stroked smoothly over my clit, a dim swell of pleasure growing there, although I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen.
When a new window popped up, I nearly leapt out of my skin. An instant message. From him .
I was still logged in as Annie. A telling green dot appeared next to his picture, and next to mine. I mean, next to Annie’s…
David: Hello
The air was still. It was late, my homework was done, and the night sat around me, waiting. One hand still down my skirt, my other hovered over the keyboard. I hate to admit, but just seeing his face there sent a delicious shudder through me. I typed with an awkward left hand and hit enter.
Annie: Hey
His words appeared almost immediately on the screen:
David: Yes, I do
My mind jumped to earlier that day. Had he always looked so good? How had I never noticed how sexy his abs were before? I smiled to myself. That’s sounds like something that that slut Annie would think, not me.
Annie: You do what?
David: I do have a girlfriend.
I paused. My hands shook a little as they floated above the keys. I wrote with my left hand, which was uncomfortable. Unfamiliar. More unfamiliar, though, was writing with this new, awkward persona of mine.
That’s a shame! I typed.
I waited. The cursor pulsed on the screen. My heart pulsed in my ears with roughly the same frequency.
David: Haha. She’s great. Although she sounds a lot like your boyfriend
Annie: You mean ex boyfriend
David: Sorry, ex boyfriend
Idly, my fingers began stroking again, and I teased myself absentmindedly, my panties long ago soaked.
Annie: How are they similar you think? A guy like you should have a girlfriend that treats him right
It seemed like an
“I’ll just walk myself the rest of the way, thanks. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. I have some emails to write.” And I walked off.
Chapter 7
D,
Well, there is something you can do to help, honestly. Please don’t think I’m being too forward, but I always felt like I could open up to you, even though we’ve never really gotten the chance to get to know each other that well.
The truth is, Anthony and I broke up. I’m feeling pretty awful about everything. It’s been a bit of a nasty breakup, so it’s nice just to speak to someone who doesn’t really know him, you know? He was a great guy, but like I said, we were two very different people.
Can you keep a secret? It’s a little embarrassing. I tell everyone we grew apart and make up excuses, but the truth is that we broke up because he wouldn’t have sex with me. Ever. Maybe that sounds crazy, but it feels good just to share that with someone. He’s the kind who wants to wait till marriage. I couldn’t handle it. I guess you could say I’m just too passionate. Sex is very important to me. Hope you’re well.
Annie
PS: You never answered my question. Do you have a girlfriend?
So, the die is cast. The deed is done. I stared at this email for a long time, at each little pixel, pondering how such tiny things, when there were enough of them, could build up something so big.
I hit send.
But how much of this email was actually a lie, though? Maybe it was true that David and I were very different people. Maybe it was true that it felt good to finally just talk, anonymously, to someone about sex. And maybe …maybe the part about me being passionate wasn’t quite a lie, either. I looked at the tiny avatar of Annie, blond and generically good looking, oblivious to what was going on in her name.
I could be sexual, too. In fact, when I was ready, I fully intended to be a passionate, unbridled woman, to go at it every chance I got, and to fuck my heart out. Really. I slipped my hand into the band of my skirt again, finding faint traces of all the excitement that had happened earlier that day. Fingertips wet, I stroked smoothly over my clit, a dim swell of pleasure growing there, although I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen.
When a new window popped up, I nearly leapt out of my skin. An instant message. From him .
I was still logged in as Annie. A telling green dot appeared next to his picture, and next to mine. I mean, next to Annie’s…
David: Hello
The air was still. It was late, my homework was done, and the night sat around me, waiting. One hand still down my skirt, my other hovered over the keyboard. I hate to admit, but just seeing his face there sent a delicious shudder through me. I typed with an awkward left hand and hit enter.
Annie: Hey
His words appeared almost immediately on the screen:
David: Yes, I do
My mind jumped to earlier that day. Had he always looked so good? How had I never noticed how sexy his abs were before? I smiled to myself. That’s sounds like something that that slut Annie would think, not me.
Annie: You do what?
David: I do have a girlfriend.
I paused. My hands shook a little as they floated above the keys. I wrote with my left hand, which was uncomfortable. Unfamiliar. More unfamiliar, though, was writing with this new, awkward persona of mine.
That’s a shame! I typed.
I waited. The cursor pulsed on the screen. My heart pulsed in my ears with roughly the same frequency.
David: Haha. She’s great. Although she sounds a lot like your boyfriend
Annie: You mean ex boyfriend
David: Sorry, ex boyfriend
Idly, my fingers began stroking again, and I teased myself absentmindedly, my panties long ago soaked.
Annie: How are they similar you think? A guy like you should have a girlfriend that treats him right
It seemed like an
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