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Chapter 4 – Boys’ Night Dear Frankie, I know, I know – I’ve been so busy. The work load is nothing like back home. Here, there’s a bloody class test every couple of weeks and few surprise ones thrown in there too for good measure. Also, if I hear the words finals and turn paper again I may have to kill someone. As for that I can’t actually complain. Not too many changes in the social scene. Patrice has been using some of that Quebecer charm on the ladies here in Boston. I’ve been joking that I need to install a revolving door in the apartment for all the traffic going in and out of here. What makes the situation even funnier is Kristopher’s jealousy. I suppose there are only so many nights he can take sleeping on the couch. Well, since you have now Facebook-ed Norah and saw her when we had a chat, I think you can tell she’s a hottie. She plays a good game too. She’s almost as good as you with the lads – more sneaky in my opinion. She’s met a few boys that she has taken a shine to. None of them are really good enough for her (in my opinion). In saying that, she’s hardly been around much – I’m assuming she has a heavy work load too. As for me and the love department – it’s pretty much the same as it was since we last spoke. We went to that party and I kissed a few boys. But don’t get too excited – it was for a bet. Kris made a mess of the kitchen and expected us to clean up after him. Having none of it we set a challenge, and whoever kissed the least people that night was scrubbing up. Needless to say he lost. I managed to finish joint first place – thanks very much to a very sexy Mr Jesse. Norah helped out too but more on that at some other point. So, back to Jesse: I’m absolutely kicking myself that I didn’t see this one coming. HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. What the hell? I could have actually slapped myself at the sheer stupidity that I didn’t suspect it. He’s a fucking 9/10. Of course he would have a girlfriend. Do you know what the worst part is? She’s sooooo PLAIN. How do I know this you ask? I took the liberty to Facebook stalk her. I know – I’m mental -but I think I could have been okay with the fact he had a girlfriend is she was a fucking goddess. But she’s so not! Who’s the jealous one now, eh? God damn it. Phew, glad that’s over. It feels so nice to get it off my chest. I’d love it if you were here right now Frankie. I miss lounging on the couch with you and being able to vent. I really miss my best friend right now. Sorry, I realised I just ranted about me the whole time. How has the move went? Have you sweet talked Kevin into giving you the biggest room? I can’t wait to see it after Christmas. I better get going, it’s 1am here and I need to get up early tomorrow. I hope your love life is doing better than mine. Actually, I can’t wait until I hear another one of your stories – it’s the only thrill I seem to get these days. (Apart from my Mum sending me crisps and chocolate; mmmm chocolate HobNobs) Miss you TOOmuch right now, Mia xoxo Weeks had passed since infamous kiss at the Kappa Pi party and the memory of it still resonated with the participants. Mia went about her routine as pretending as if nothing had happened. It was just a game, she reasoned. With the help of some convincing from Norah, Mia had also said yes to a date with one of the boys she met at the party. Scott was attractive in a rugged rock-star way. He had the California surfer look down – even though he was actually from Ohio. Scott was pleasant and had a great sense of humour which was a quality that Mia always liked in a suitor. The few dates that they went on were always lovely. There was a lot of banter and they shared a lot of interests. But it was hard for Mia to ignore the obvious – there was no chemistry with Scott. He didn’t lack any of the qualities that most women would admire, and on paper, he was ideal boyfriend material. However, with Mia’s history with the few boys she had dated in the past, the izmir rus escort bayan nice ones made good friend material – not boyfriend. So unfortunately for Scott he was now demoted to “the friend zone.” She hadn’t seen Jesse at all since he walked her home; she had been hiding away in the library with her studies to concentrate on. With the knowledge that Jesse was off the market and had (what Mia thought) questionable taste in women, it was left to Mia to have a new mantra: nothing will stimulate me more than a good cup of coffee and fifteen minutes with my vibrator. Jesse had been actively looking out for any issues that may have required a visit it apartment 4F ever since Mia had impulsively kissed him. There was none. He even tried to keep his eyes peeled for Mia when he was out during training. The fact that his girlfriend at home wasn’t creeping into his thoughts or subconscious hadn’t even occurred to him. Her presence was only noticed every so often when he’d receive the odd text from her. Baby, what have you been up to? Did you hear Paula and Nick are engaged now – I can’t wait ‘til we get married? You’d be an amazing husband. I feel like we don’t speak to each other enough. You should make more time for me. I miss your voice. When will your mother accept that we are still together? Doesn’t she know how much I love you? All of these subjects were common conversation with her. Jesse knew when they got back together that it was going to be hard work. He didn’t realise how draining it had become having to deal with the clinginess. It was something that could be avoided when he was home in Toronto, but it felt like it was ten times worse when he had to go back to Boston for college. Mia was still prominent in his thoughts. He had heard through the grapevine that she had starting seeing someone. Lucky son of a bitch, he thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t wish her well – he’d have just rather that it was him. But wandering thoughts of Mia were going to have to take a backseat if he was still trying to work out how to juggle assignments, soccer practice, a needy girlfriend and a job at the same time. But the kiss between Jesse and Mia wasn’t the only major lip-lock of that evening. There was of course the other kiss; the kiss between Mia and Norah. But, only one of the girls where left unfazed by it…. It was late on a Friday evening but with no plans to go out and a limited amount of funds, Mia was alone on the apartment. She had scrubbed her and Norah’s bathroom, washed all the dishes, tidied the communal areas and had even caught up in her laundry. Home alone, she was about to do what most girls do but deny. It’s been awhile since I watched porn. Sat in her bed she opened her favourite site and began sorting through. ‘Jizzing on her tongue and mouth,’ – don’t fancy that. ‘Busty Blonde Schoolgirl Slut Sucks,’ – no thank you. ‘The blowjob master,’ – pass. Deciding that ‘Young brunette fucks college jock’ was a little too close to the bone, Mia settled on ‘very hot lesbians licking pussies.’ Mia watched as the two beauties on screen fondled and caressed each other gently. The lust between them reminded her of the experimental touches she would give to her ex girlfriend Frankie. Watching the girls kiss and taste each other gave her a wet feeling between her legs. Mia couldn’t resist unbuttoning her jeans and touching the smooth skin under the hem of her white cotton panties. She spread her legs wider to allow better access and slipped her finger between her outer labia. She watched on intently and felt under her bra to her hardening nipple, gasping as she felt her cold hands against her skin. The realistic moans from the two porno girls only turned Mia on more. She rubbed her index finger down her slit then back up to her clitoris, spreading her moisture. She rubbed her clit a little harder as she became more engrossed by the girl on girl action onscreen. Escort izmir otele gelen Mia was about to take herself over the edge until she heard a group of male voices outside. Fuck sake, can’t I get a minutes peace? The voices got louder, and then she heard the main door to the apartment open. She quickly zipped up her jeans and shut down her laptop. Sticking her head out of her bedroom door, she looked down to hall to see Kristopher and Patrice followed by a couple of randoms, shuffling towards the kitchen. They were carrying grocery bags emblazoned with the local liquor store’s logo. The tell-tale clink of glass was a good enough indicator that some sort of soiree was in order. “Having a party boys?” she called out. “Just having a few friends round, mon chaton,” Patrice called back. It always made Mia smile when he called her kitten. It was quite possibly her favourite term of endearment. “Just a few boys round for some X-Box and beer,” he added. “Patrice, are you feeling okay?” she asked theatrically touching his forehead. “Where are all the girls tonight?” “I’m letting them have a rest,” he joked. “But umm…a word of warning, ma chérie, Kristopher asked your RA friend along.” Mia gave him a questioning look. “They are in the same Politics module and he thought if he asked an RA along we might not get into trouble about the noise again.” She nodded understandingly remembering the last time the boys had a Call of Duty night. “I suppose I’ll keep a low profile then?” She turned back to her room. Patrice stuck his head in the door as she sat and rifled though one of Norah’s fashion magazines. “Mia, I was thinking… Why don’t you play hardball and show off what he’s missing?” She looked up at him briefly before turning back to the magazine. “He has a girlfriend,” she answered trying to sound uninterested. “True, but she’s in Canada and we’re in the States. Different countries don’t count right? Well they don’t to me anyway.” The last comment dignified a disapproving shake of the head from Mia. “Well you know where to find us if you change your mind.” Patrice closed the door behind him as he left, which Mia stared at before releasing a sigh and collapsing backwards onto her bed. Upon Patrice’s suggestion, Mia decided to show face at their ‘boys’ night.’ But, only after changing into a fitted, plaid red shirt with the buttons undone down the neck to reveal some cleavage. She also re-applied another coat of mascara and shook out her hair little; going for the tousled look. She slightly staged her entrance so that she would seem indifferent to the random appearance of the other guests. Walking down the stairs to the living room, she toyed with her phone as if she hadn’t noticed their loud shouts and cheers at the T.V. Mia’s presence made a few of the boys peel their eyes away from the screen momentarily. Jesse took a good look at her while she seemed engrossed in her cell phone. I swear this girl gets hotter every time I see her. “Mia, come join us,” Patrice commanded tapping a spot on the floor next to him. She raised her eyes for the first time and took in Jesse, Patrice, Kristopher and three other boys she could remember seeing before. “Are you sure you want me gate crashing your man time?” she asked conspiringly. Out of Jesse’s vision, Patrice gave her a wink as if to say ‘well done.’ “Of course not. Gents, you wouldn’t mind, would you?” he asked the others, which everyone unanimously said no. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say why not. “I was just about to make a cup of tea,” she replied, “do you guys want more beer?” Turning their heads back towards the TV screen they all nodded a yes. “Six beers then.” “Get one for yourself too,” shouted Kristopher. “It’s Friday night, and if you are going to hang out with the boys, you have to drink with us too.” When she joined them again after playing the hostess, she sat next to Patrice on the floor. Jesse and Kristopher Buca escort where sat behind them on the couch. Mia joined in the conversations, enjoying the all male company. Apart from Frankie, most of Mia’s friends were boys so she was always used to that environment. She reckoned she was more comfortable in that environment because of her extended family; most of her cousins were male. She assimilated well within the group and made sure that she only gave Jesse the same amount of attention as the others. Jesse couldn’t work out why it seemed to annoy him. Mia was obviously backing off and he respected her for it; some girls didn’t seem to take the hint when he told them he had a girlfriend. This was the first situation where he wanted the girl to tempt him. He tried to look for a way to strike up a conversation with her but he always managed to get interrupted by the occasional cheers and heckling when a player lost. Feeling herself get stiff from sitting on the floor in the same position, Mia stretched out her legs, arching her feet towards the floor. “Is that real?” Jesse asked pointing to her right foot. Mia looked down to her bare foot and reached to stoke her most recent tattoo. It was a trail of flowers winding from her foot to her ankle. “Yeah it’s real. I got it in the summer.” “It’s pretty.” “Thanks – it’s my second. She stood up and turned her back to him. “I got this one first.” Mia raised the hem of her shirt, displaying the tribal design on her lower back.” Without thinking Jesse reached out and touched the inking on her skin. “Wow, you can feel the outlines,” he said in awe as he stroked the pattern. Shivering ever so slightly at his touch, she pulled down her shirt and sat back down on the floor. “I don’t know why that one is still a little raised. I got it when I turned eighteen.” She reached for her beer and looked for Kris or Patrice to change the subject. They were still in the kitchen grabbing snacks as well as another round of beers. The attention he was giving her wasn’t unusual; she was used to people asking about her tattoos when they caught a glimpse of them. She was glad he was conversing as normal with her, but she was looking for any distraction from him. Jesse’s presence was only making her yearn for more of a connection with him. It was impossible, she had plenty of male friends and boys that she dated and had turned into friends, but Jesse wasn’t someone she wanted as a buddy. Her feelings towards him were anything but platonic. Jesse was just about to ask her something else but was interrupted when they heard Norah come in the main door. “Having a party without me?” she asked as she took of her coat and threw it over the hook. “Patrice and Kris are having a boys’ night” Mia answered. Seeing a slightly irritated look on Norah’s face, Mia decided to follow her into the kitchen and find out what was wrong.“Something the matter?” Mia asked as Norah was pouring herself a class of wine. “The date sucked.” “Why? What happened?” “Nothing, he was just being an arse. And as much as I think I can put up with bullshit, James really tested my patience.” “Not to sound like I told you so, but I really didn’t like him very much.” Norah looked up slightly surprised at Mia’s honesty. After getting to know her over the past two months, Norah had realised that Mia was a great listener; but she always tended to stay on the fence when it came dilemmas. “He always gave me the impression that he loved himself – a bit arrogant, you know?” Norah nodded in agreement. That was one of the main reasons that she ended the date early. The other reasons she couldn’t seem to process right now. Too complicated, she considered. “Do you ever think men aren’t really worth it?” she asked Mia slightly deflated. “Is it easier being with another girl?” Mia chuckled, astounded that the perennial boy chaser was considering switching teams. “It’s different, I’ll tell you that. But, it’s not necessarily easier. It all depends on the person; just the same way it is with boys I suppose.” “So was Frankie the only one that had made you want to be with another woman? Have you ever fancied another girl?” “I do find other girls besides her attractive. Frankie was special; she didn’t make me feel uncomfortable for being attracted to her.
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