best left for her friend to choose the direction her path with Nerd-a-liscious took. Jennifer was going to flip the script when she saw what had been discussed between them as is. But that would get the pair started as Jennifer tended to play her cards close to her chest, so hopefully this would open up the floodgates so to speak. The exchange only took a few minutes and she frowned when she thought about how she needed to go to the bathroom herself. She was in the middle of said bathroom visit when she heard Jennifer screech and all she could do was laugh. And wipe downstairs, because Jennifer was going to-
No sooner than Tresha had the thought, Jennifer flung open the door and the heavy knob smacked the wall. That’s how she knew she was in hot water. Jen loved her house, and took care of every nook and cranny with care.
"What the hell! Why did you send him those messages?"
"It's what you were thinking right?"
Jennifer was silent for a minute, and Tresha knew she was right. Not that Jen would have sent him the messages.
"So that doesn't mean I was going to say it."
"Girl those messages say he knows, may as well be honest."
"You done pissed me off girl, killed my buzz for real. I just met him a handful of days ago, there's no way I want to tell him about how I feel yet. Shoot I don't know! So how's them apples?"
"Stop lying to yourself Jen, you on that man like white on rice. Now calm your nerves and let your best friend get you on the path to love. Or at least heavy lust and a lot of like, that’s a start."
Jennifer chuckled at that.
"Shoot, I need to lay it down. I got to be home by eight tomorrow. That's when the night nurse gets off duty." Tresha was tired as hell, these last months of forty hours a week at the day job and nights spent at her nana’s side told on her when she was still and silent.
"You know where everything is, you is not company anymore boo." Both ladies giggled at that, they knew the other's homes just as well, if not better than, their own.
"Did you respond to his last message?"
"Nope, and I'm not planning on it either."
"Liar, liar, panties on fire." Tresha sauntered past her muttering friend and went to the spare room for the night.
Jennifer: Ghost Written
Jennifer shook her head and went back to her room, found a nightgown and pulled together an outfit for the following day. When she took her shower, Riordan was on her mind, hard. She imagined his hands following the path she washed with a sponge lathered with her favorite Philosophy body wash. The subtle scent of the soft soap finished what the kisses and drinks started, relaxed then aroused her all over again. But she wanted more than her own hands and she was left to ache pitifully when the shower ended.
When she finally lay down for the night the burning lust ate at her. She reluctantly pulled the phone down from her night stand and re-read the by play of messages that she didn't send. Her hands moved of their own volition and she replied to the last message from Riordan, even though she told herself and Tresha that she wouldn’t.
They do and I just can't help it
He must have been waiting for her to respond, as his reply was near instantaneous.
You know we have something, just admit it
No way was she admitting to anything.
Maybe maybe not
He wasn’t having that, as his response was simple and left no room for doubt as to where he stood.
Liar
Damn him for calling her on the blatant denial, but she swiped back.
Am not
You don't seem to be the type to lie to yourself
And she wasn’t the type of person to delude herself, but he didn’t know her that well .
I don't. That’s why
He didn’t get it and she wasn’t able to make him understand the vagaries of her mind without a real conversation. There was no way she could do that and his next message rebuked her.
Well then stop
It
No sooner than Tresha had the thought, Jennifer flung open the door and the heavy knob smacked the wall. That’s how she knew she was in hot water. Jen loved her house, and took care of every nook and cranny with care.
"What the hell! Why did you send him those messages?"
"It's what you were thinking right?"
Jennifer was silent for a minute, and Tresha knew she was right. Not that Jen would have sent him the messages.
"So that doesn't mean I was going to say it."
"Girl those messages say he knows, may as well be honest."
"You done pissed me off girl, killed my buzz for real. I just met him a handful of days ago, there's no way I want to tell him about how I feel yet. Shoot I don't know! So how's them apples?"
"Stop lying to yourself Jen, you on that man like white on rice. Now calm your nerves and let your best friend get you on the path to love. Or at least heavy lust and a lot of like, that’s a start."
Jennifer chuckled at that.
"Shoot, I need to lay it down. I got to be home by eight tomorrow. That's when the night nurse gets off duty." Tresha was tired as hell, these last months of forty hours a week at the day job and nights spent at her nana’s side told on her when she was still and silent.
"You know where everything is, you is not company anymore boo." Both ladies giggled at that, they knew the other's homes just as well, if not better than, their own.
"Did you respond to his last message?"
"Nope, and I'm not planning on it either."
"Liar, liar, panties on fire." Tresha sauntered past her muttering friend and went to the spare room for the night.
Jennifer: Ghost Written
Jennifer shook her head and went back to her room, found a nightgown and pulled together an outfit for the following day. When she took her shower, Riordan was on her mind, hard. She imagined his hands following the path she washed with a sponge lathered with her favorite Philosophy body wash. The subtle scent of the soft soap finished what the kisses and drinks started, relaxed then aroused her all over again. But she wanted more than her own hands and she was left to ache pitifully when the shower ended.
When she finally lay down for the night the burning lust ate at her. She reluctantly pulled the phone down from her night stand and re-read the by play of messages that she didn't send. Her hands moved of their own volition and she replied to the last message from Riordan, even though she told herself and Tresha that she wouldn’t.
They do and I just can't help it
He must have been waiting for her to respond, as his reply was near instantaneous.
You know we have something, just admit it
No way was she admitting to anything.
Maybe maybe not
He wasn’t having that, as his response was simple and left no room for doubt as to where he stood.
Liar
Damn him for calling her on the blatant denial, but she swiped back.
Am not
You don't seem to be the type to lie to yourself
And she wasn’t the type of person to delude herself, but he didn’t know her that well .
I don't. That’s why
He didn’t get it and she wasn’t able to make him understand the vagaries of her mind without a real conversation. There was no way she could do that and his next message rebuked her.
Well then stop
It
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