Merry Christmas! I might not have decided if she will have two boyfriends yet, but writing a threesome was on my "to-do" list, so here you go.
Mark Grumbling, I wake up to the sound of birdsong coming from outside and find an unnatural weight on my arm. When I glance to my right, my heart swells at the sight. Winnie is wedged between Jake and me. She is a small little thing but surprisingly strong. Her hand is gripping my forearm with s
Winnie No words can describe how surprised I am when Jake waltzes into the bedroom, handing me a tray with breakfast items. "Here, you should eat something." "Oh," I smile at him, moved by the gesture. "Thank you." "No problem." Jake takes a seat at the edge of the bed, watching me. His dark hai
"Nah, man," I pat his chest and keep the grin as I look up at him. "That right there was some major self-confidence with a slight cockiness. You should keep it up. It's sexy." "You think I'm sexy? Thanks." I open my mouth to correct Jake and say I was just fooling around like usual, but I close it
Winnie I stare after Jake as he storms to the cash registers. My heart is telling me I've messed up badly, and I don't know what to do. Do you ever say stuff you wish you could take back? My biggest flaw is that I talk without a filter. I speak first, think later, and it's a huge problem that I do
Jake I'm not a very talkative person... or well. I talk easily to those close to me, and then I act reserved toward newcomers. I've always been like this, even from a young age. This made it hard for me to make friends as a kid, but I was never bothered by that. Winnie, my childhood friend and old
I snort, and Winnie turns tense when I gather her long blonde hair in my hands. It smells like fruity shampoo, and I have to fight every instinct telling me to hug the shit out of her. I'm not a cuddler, but my brain betrays me whenever I'm next to Winnie. I distract myself by talking. "I just do.
Winnie Ritva's kitchen is spotless. The floor is immaculate. Every little nook and cranny has been polished and cleaned. The handles of every cabinet are neat, and I feel so freaking proud of myself. "Good job, Winnie!" I tell myself as I wipe my forehead on the back of my hand, smiling at the spa
I laugh. "Wife-hunting..." He winks at me. "Yeah, so chop-chop, I need to hear this. Tell me about the woman we 'jocks' like to date." "Hmm, let's see... the women your kind is interested in never have a bad hair day. Neither do they ever fart nor use the toilet. They are tall, with shiny hair, an