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After my birthday the holiday season ramped up, and soon enough it was finals time, and Christmas break. I made it through finals okay, but I didn’t do as well in two courses as I wanted. The two Bs dropped my GPA down to 3.83. After some anxious moments, the registrar’s office certified that I had completed my degree requirements. I wouldn’t graduate until May, but I could start the MBA program after Winter break. Even better, the Graduate School of Business and Management exempted me from taking the GRE because of my grade point average.
The holidays were crazy busy. There were innumerable parties to attend, and a gaggle of company functions at the Spellman Group. So I spent most of my time with my family and Michael and only saw Joey twice. Joey was not happy about that and neither was I. New Years Eve (the night I first told you a little about, at the start of the story) was the worst though, because when Michael kissed me at midnight all I could think about was how much better it would be if it was Joey’s lips on mine. To be fair here, Michael probably wished I was someone else also.
Michael and I were still dating platonically, our pact of the previous summer still intact. Our dating was like a place marker in that we went out together as a way of keeping our relationship going in case we wanted to make more of it later.
The winter months passed quickly, and it was suddenly Spring break. Instead of going to Cancun for the week, I went home. I wasn’t the party-till-you-puke type; and besides, I was worried about Joey and I needed to see him. My worry about Joey stemmed from the fact that I hadn’t seen him in nearly a month. Sure, we talked on the phone at least once a week but he seemed distant and distracted the last couple of times we chatted. In our last conversation I pressed him about it.
“We’ll talk about it when you come home,” he’d said, and his tone sounded ominous to me.
I called Joey as soon as I arrived.
“Hi, Baby, I’m back in town,” I said, hoping I did not sound as nervous as I felt.
“Welcome home, Andrea,” he replied.
I couldn’t tell anything from his voice, good or bad, and that worried me even more.
“When can I see you, Joey?” I asked.
He sighed and answered, “That’s always been up to you Andrea, so you tell me.”
Nope, this didn’t sound good at all.
“How about right now?” I challenged.
He agreed so thirty minutes later he slid onto the bench across from me in the same booth we used last summer at the Buy the Book bookstore coffee shop. He looked even more boyishly handsome than usual, I thought, with his longish sun-bleached hair and deep green eyes. He gave me a weak little smile.
“Hi,” he said, as if we were strangers on a bus.
I looked at him in disbelief; my worry about him morphed into frustration.
“We haven’t seen each other in a month and that’s all you can say?” I hissed angrily.
His voice was soft and sad when he answered.
“I’m just following your rules, Andrea. No public displays of affection where someone you know might see us, remember?”
I nodded; what could I say? I might not have anything to say but Joey did.
“ ... and that’s the problem, Andrea. I love you and I want to be able to tell and show you that anytime and anywhere. I want to be your boyfriend, not your occasional boy toy.”
“But that’s not what you are Joey,” I protested. “You are my friend and you know as well as I do why friends with benefits is all we can be.”
“I understand your reasons but I can’t live this way any more. So we either become a couple or I’m out,” he said.
By now I was good and mad, so I lashed back at him.
“Then I guess you’re out,” I replied hotly.
Then I stood up, wrapped my self in all the dignity I could muster and walked out leaving him sitting there looking forlorn and dejected. ‘Serves him right,’ I mused as I stalked toward the door.
My anger carried me all the way home. Then regret pounced on me as I pulled my Beemer into my spot in our six-car garage. Even if Joey and I were never intimate again, I still wanted him as a friend. He was a good person, he listened to me nonjudgmentally, and he made me laugh; what more could you expect from a friend? I reached in my bag, pulled out my phone and held down the three key. He answered “hello” on the third ring.
“Can we still friends without the booty calls?” I asked.
There was silence on the phone for a long ten seconds then he sighed.
“I’ll always be there for you, Andie, but it hurts too much to be around you. That’s the best I can do right now,” he replied.
I said I understood and we wished each other well before hanging up. And just like that Joey and I were history.
I cried some and moped for a few days but eventually I convinced my self that it was all for the best. I rationalized that it was just as well Joey called a halt to our relationship because my goals were in sight and my future still didn’t include him. I carried that attitude back to school with me.
Back in Gainesville I was able to focus on school to the exclusion of all else. Even on the weekends I stayed home buried in research for my thesis. Writing a thesis cut two courses off the MBA program. With the credits I would receive from my summer internship at Spellman Group I would complete my degree in a year. I was busy, my time and most of my mind occupied, but I was not happy.
Robert and I received our degrees in late May. It was a good day for our family what with me already in the MBA program and Robert headed to Harvard Medical School’s MD-PHD medical research program. We were all extremely proud of Robert.
After a boisterous dinner with our families, Robert and I returned to our apartment to finish packing. We were both headed home the next morning. I was keeping the apartment through the end of the year but Robert was moving everything home before moving up to Boston in August. He had already packed most of his stuff in a small U-Haul trailer that was attached to his silver Lexus SUV.
When we arrived at the apartment there were a couple of gift wrapped boxes in front of the door. Each had a card attached, one with my name on it the other with Robert’s. We took the surprisingly heavy boxes inside and sat them on the coffee table and then sat our selves on the couch and opened the cards. My heart beat a little faster when I saw the congratulatory card was signed ‘Love, Joey’.
Under the gift wrap were wooden stationary boxes with our initials relief carved in the tops. Inside the boxes were monogrammed stationary and a wood pen and pencil set that matched the boxes, cherry for me and walnut for Robert. ‘Handcrafted by JM Spacey’ was burnt into the inside top of each box. Robert was impressed with the quality of the boxes and the fact that Joey made them. I was blown away by Joey’s thoughtfulness considering how we’d parted.
Once back home I settled into work. I was working exclusively for Rainbow Talent this summer, filling in for my mother’s personal assistant who was on maternity leave. Working for my mother was a great experience because I learned a lot about dealing with difficult people from her. She had a knack for reading people and figuring out what would motivate them. She could be sugar sweet or hard as nails. I was in awe as I watched her deal with the gigantic egos some of her clients displayed; she made it look easy. Mother did not seek out clients; they flocked to her because Rainbow Talent would take care of them and make them money.
I believe I told you earlier that my mother was once a high fashion model. When she worked the runways she was know only by her first name, Moniqua. Mother is an island girl born and raised in the Parrish of Christ Church on Barbados. She was discovered by a talent scout for the United Kingdom’s Elite Modeling Agency in 1984 and won the Elite Model Look competition in 1985. She was sixteen years old when she signed with Elite. My mother was the requisite tall, slim and beautiful but she was also intelligent and ambitious.
My mother expected a lot from her PA and gave them authority to go with the responsibility. I was hesitant at first to make decisions in her name but after a month of growing into the job I was handling routine matters quickly and efficiently. The job was challenging and interesting enough that I was barely giving Joey a thought. Yet with all that, I still wasn’t happy.
I continued to keep my relationship with Michael platonic even though I didn’t have to. For some reason, the thought of sleeping with him was totally unappealing. I didn’t know what to do about Michael. He had every quality I looked for in a potential mate but for some reason I kept him at arms length.
I went out with Michael at least one a week, usually on a Friday or Saturday night. After one of our Saturday night dates in late June, Michael was the subject of conversation at Sunday dinner. Mother was the one who brought him up.
“How was your date with Michael last night, Dear?” she asked in her upper-crust British accent.
“It was fine,” I said noncommittally. “We had dinner at Chez Henri, then went to the movies.”
Mother did not let my tone deter her.
“He is a wonderful young man,” she said.
Then she turned towards my father.
“Don’t you agree Charles?”
My father looked up from his Beef Wellington, his fork halfway to his mouth.
“He certainly has a bright future with the firm,” he opined, “but I don’t know if any man is good enough for my Princess.”
“Daddy!” I squeaked indignantly.
Mother chuckled and turned back towards me.
So are you two getting serious?”
I shook my head emphatically, not liking the direction the conversation was taking.
“Not really, don’t you think I’m a little young for that?”
Mother shrugged.
“I’m not talking about marriage tomorrow. Even if you became engaged this summer it would take at least a year to plan a proper wedding. And by then you would be twenty-four, the same age I was when I married your father.”
What she was saying was pretty much the path I had envisioned my life following. There was, however one little sticking point.
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Andrea Coming of Age By Robin Y. "Stop right there young lady! Just where do you think you are going? I thought I told you that wearing lipstick was required for dinner. I believe in looking our best.....at all times!...Hush! Don't interrupt me again. Just put your lipstick and compact in your pockets and you can fix it after dinner....now what was I saying? Oh yes! I see you are wearing eyeliner and mascara as I instructed, but to be well dressed you must have on lipstick....and...
I suggest reading part 1 first. Andreas 19 year old daughter, Hayley, opened the door and calmly walked in, as if she wasn't watching her mother with her mouth around the penis of her brothers childhood best friend. "I got your text mum, I came over as fast as I could." She glanced down at me, sitting on the toilet seat with my fully erected penis leaking pre-cum and throbbing uncontrollably. Andrea stood up and looked at me with a serious face and said, "Jason, my daughter is a virgin, she...
IncestANDREA By Unknown "Why don't we dress you up like the most gorgeous woman that ever lived that is, if you want to?" "Sounds like fun." I said. "Hell, why not, let's do it!" "OK then, go to the bathroom and take a shower. Meanwhile I will go look for the stuff we need." "This is starting out pretty kinky," I thought to myself in the shower. But I didn't really care what the heck, this was something wild and crazy, something I had often fantasized about but never experienced...
My name is Peter and I have become a stereotypical manwhore. But I wasn't always this way. In High school I played soccer and I was a perennial standout, but as many people know soccer don't get you laid or popular. I really didn't understand my predicament because I was 5'11 175 pound jock. Years of soccer sculpted my body into twisted steel, coupled with my messy brown hair and hazel eyes I should have been a stud. Unfortunately, I was a class clown and a little bit immature for my age. While...
I’ve always liked my next door neighbor Andrea. Actually “like” probably isn’t a strong enough word. “Lust after” probably fits better. I’ll be honest, from the first moment I saw her she was forever entered into my memory spank bank. Her breasts have to be in the D range and natural. Of course that’s just me looking at them through a shirt, so I guess I can’t be sure. Anyways I have seen her in sweatpants and her ass is the kind you want to make pillows out of. Despite all this she still has a...
He watched her, smiling to himself as she walked into the locker room to change for gym class and then glanced down at his phone again. She emerged in a pair of shorts that showed off her round ass beautifully and a tank top that hugged her perky tits. He tore his eyes away."Andrea, can I see you for a minute?"Her eyes flashed to him, surprised, as the football coach taught some gym classes but wasn't usually on hers.She nodded and came over. He motioned to her at his office door and she walked...
Andreas Kollege mußte dringend seiner Frau helfen und sie zum Arzt fahren, sie hatte sich wohl einen Knöchel gebrochen. So mußte Andrea alleine die Runde drehen. Sie war Polizistin um zu helfen, sie wollte die Welt besser machen. Doch sie war wirklich keine Person die Respekt einflößt, mit ihrer Größe von 1,65 und ihren 48 kg war sie ein kleines, schmales Persönchen, mit kleinen Brüsten, einer Wespentaille, einem knackigen, kleinen Hintern und hübschen, schlanken Beinen. Sie hatte rote Haare,...
Andrea roamed the dark and wet streets of Fortana City. It had been a few years since the amulet with the dotted circle brought her here. Fortana city is a labyrinth that seemed to have no end. Andrea is little thing in a vast maze. She always feels exposed and vulnerable, but above all, she has an insatiable desire for sex and nothing more. Sexual energy tingled through her body, like an orgasm that would never come. It was like that always. She would and she has done anything needed to...
An einem dieser langweiligen Herbsttage, an dem es die ganze Zeit nur regnete, hatte ich einfach keine Lust mehr in der Wohnung rumzusitzen. Die Hausaufgaben waren erledigt, das Fernsehen bot wie immer nichts brauchbares, also ging ich zu unserem Spielplatz in der Hoffnung, dort jemanden zu treffen. Unter dem Vordach meines Hauses saß Andrea, die mich seit Tagen immer wieder neckte, mit ihrer Freundin Jenny. "Na, ihr beiden, habt ihr auch so 'ne Langeweile wie ich?" "Ja, was soll man bei dem...
TeenAndrea's Campsite CocksuckIt's my first story folks, bin a while coming.I had been working away from home and had chosen to stay in a campsite rather than a stuffy Bed and Breakfast. I had left myself a couple of days at the end of the job for some 'fun' and relaxation.I love to wear knickers and tights under my boring boy clothes at work, but this is never enough for Andrea. So, after getting back to the campsite after work on the last day, I showered and shaved the bits that show and returned...