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Mira and Kylee meet Danny and Skylar during freshman orientation, their first week of college. Two sets of best friends embark on a new adventure together, forming life long bonds. Mira and Danny are looking forward to their future as husband and wife. Everything was going according to plan. That was until tragedy struck them on graduation night leaving three broken people to pick up the pieces. Skylar has always stood in the background, watching his best friend begin a life with the woman he fell in love with until he can no longer keep a distance. Right when Mira thinks her life is back on track it spirals out of control. What if everything you thought you knew was nothing more than a mirage?
a hug and I think he can feel my hardened nipples poking him in his bare chest. “Can you try not to choke again tonight? As nice as it is to touch you, this is not how I want to start,” he whispers in my ear. My panties are drenched. I’m going to have to change. His touch sears my skin. This embrace has lasted too long; just to be a friend worried about another. “Thanks again, Sky, I think I’m going to go to bed. I’m obviously too tired to attempt consuming any nutrients this evening,” I say,
Mex says. Skylar not a nice guy? I wonder he’s been up to for the last year that would give people that impression of him; very different than I know to be true. We pull in the spot that Mex suggests and as we get out of the car, he’s jogging towards us. He stops about ten feet from the car and nods his head towards the entrance. I assume he wants us to follow because right after the nod, he starts to walk to the door. We follow him, not knowing what we’re walking into. As we get closer to the
she jokes. Taking the shot out of her cleavage, she hands it to me and I throw it back like a champ. Tequila, shit. Oh well, we’re on a roll, no stopping now. I take one of the drinks, still Jack and Coke and down that as well. I slam the glass back on the table, wipe the extra booze from my chin and go for the final drink. Kylee stops me. “Slow down honey. This isn’t a marathon,” Kylee says, looking worried. I’ve never been a huge drinker but when I do get drunk, I’m either a blast in a glass
pulls them away and takes a step back. I look back up to his face to see the tears have now stopped and he’s become emotionless. “Sky, talk to me. I’m so sorry. Where is a first aid kit? I need to clean your hands.” “Do you think I give a fuck about my hands Mira? Really? I could give a fuck,” he says, slamming his fist into yet another wall. “These hands don’t fucking mean shit.” I try to get out of the booth when he sits down, blocking my path of escape and brings his face within inches of
are checking bags of patrons and patting down the men. I have my cut on, so I’m skipped over. This patch really gets me out of the shit Danny and I had to go through just to walk into another clubhouse. I immediately notice a stripper pole with a somewhat attractive girl spinning around the metal rod. This girl isn’t anything special, but alright to look at. Her massive double Ds are out for the world to see, giggling with every twirl on the pole. Her face isn’t so wonderful, but her body’s