1. Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    you remember?” “I do. Kind of,” Jasmine says, “Though it's pretty much the last thing.” “Well, we came back here, drank more, did some lines. Haven't done that since college. You people are bad influences,” Luke says, grinning, “That was the craziest party I've been to in a while,” Luke says, “Sucks about that guy though. Does he really have to leave the country?” Stunned silence, again. “What?” comes from Jasmine as she drops the her cup and shatters it entirely this time. “Yeah,” Andrea says, “We got loud last night. It got late and the neighbors called the cops. We all got too crazy on the front lawn, and they searched those of us who had clothes. Guess what they found on Giacomo. He's a foreign national, so they're not pressing charges, but they're giving him seventy-two hours to leave the country, and he lost his scholarship because he got arrested.” “At least he got laid first,” Luke jokes. “What?” “Oh yeah,” Andrea says, “That was funny, Matt and Giacomo did have sex in the living room.” “How many people did I have sex with yesterday?” Matt exclaims. “I think that's it,” Jasmine says, unamused. The room quickly deteriorates into disjointed chatter, ...
    everyone trying to decipher how this all happened to themselves, rather than the group. Andrea looks over at me and says “Seriously Christi, have you taken those shoes off since we got back from...?” her voice bends rather abruptly into silence as she reaches the end of the question. “No.” “Why...?” “Because they're pretty. Because I obviously can't still be wearing my dress, and because I never got a chance to put on my fucking ring.” There's quiet again. “Christi...” Ursula starts. “No, you know what? I think I'd like to go for a while. You... all of you have some stuff to work out. I'm sorry,” I say, looking around the room, then head to mine and gather up my things quickly, along with what I assume is Luke's phone, and underwear. Handing him his effects, I say to Luke, “Can I hitch with you?” “Sure.” “Thanks,” I say. He follows me a few moments after I leave the house. We climb into his truck, and as he fires up the engine, he asks, “Where to, exactly?” I'm silent. I'm running from my friends. I wouldn't dream of going to my family at a time like this. My home is currently populated by my ex-fiance. As the road stretches into highway, I admit, “I have no idea."
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