JUNEWith my brows raised, I crawled towards my panties, too stunned to make a sound. Brows knitted, I picked it up and turned the red material in my hand, only for a frown to mar my face when I saw a creamy smear on it. I slowly brought it to my nose and took a whiff before rubbing my thumb on it. I knew what it was from the first glance, but I was too stunned to give a name to it. In a daze, I sat on my bed, still clutching the underwear. Though there is still a feminine smell to it—which is mine—I can't deny that strong masculine scent mingled with it. Could it be…A smile curved the side of my mouth when I slowly began to understand what happened. It could only mean one thing: Kristen was undoubtedly masturbating with my panties!Maybe not often, but he was doing it… Though it sent a thrill my way, I wondered what all these could mean. Could it be that he likes me in the same manner I do to him?Stunned, I concentrated on my panties and would have continued doing that for a lon

JUNEThe smile on my face as I leaned on the door was prominent. Though I got interrupted from my masturbation by my uncle, I got to see him too flushed to say a word to me.He called me later to ask about the house and how I was keeping up. He sounded odd as he asked me to make sure the doors and windows were locked. I know I'm not keen on security and things of that nature, but he hasn't called me for once to speak of it. It was surprising to hear him ask about that.Well, Mark sent the message at exactly 5 O'clock when I was on my way downstairs to check if there was still ice cream in the house.I re-read his message, trying to decipher what was wrong, so I wouldn't misunderstand. It wasn't until I gave him a call, and had him go through the easy—yet difficult—plan, that I finally understood what he wanted from me.I ate my late lunch and had a nap which was cut short by annoying beeps from my phone. I set an alarm before I had a nap, that way, I would be awake on time to get read

JUNEMark looked shocked by my words. He hit the brake so hard, I was sent flying forward…Okay, not to that extent. But I hit my head on the glove compartment box and almost got a nosebleed because of it.“What the hell did you just say, June?!” He turned to face me, looking like he didn't expect such words to come from my mouth.He didn't look mad, parse. “What?” I rubbed my forehead with my brows narrowed at him. “Why did you suddenly hit the brake?!” I furiously rubbed on my forehead. “I'm sorry.” He looked guilty. “How is your forehead? Did it hit too hard?”“No, it's okay,” I sighed, still rubbing on my forehead until I was certain it must be red because of the friction of my fingers.“I was just shocked. That was why I did it. Forgive me?" He smiled nervously, “I was—”“So, will you do what I asked of you?” I went straight to the chase because I knew I might back down if I was left to think deeply about this.I have already made up my mind to lose my virginity, and I will do

KRISTEN Edith's place was in a greater mess than I envisaged.When she said her house was raided, I was expecting the normal things, little did I know that the entire place was ransacked and looted.All her couches were slit open (They probably thought she hid valuables there).Her room was no different."This is bad," I stated for the umpteenth time since I got here. "What the fuck were they looking for?"Edith, who was covered by a black woolly robe that displayed an outline of her nipples, shrugged. "Money, I guess. My place wasn't the only unfortunate place. Some of my neighbours received the same—even worse."That bit of information put me at ease because I was initially thinking that she was being targeted."The police need to find these people. They really do.""Well, that won't put the place in order." Edith smiled and caressed her wet hair. She had just exited the shower when I arrived and she still smelled fresh. "I will be the one to go through the stress. Well, it's fine..

JUNEWe stayed in the hotel room until the next morning. Mark was such a gentleman, but I wasn't feeling it at all. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Mark has been the best friend I can ever have, but here I am, thinking of a man who doesn't love me. Kristen is such a fool!And I'm a greater fool for falling for him. “Are you okay?” Mark touched me on my left shoulder, startling me from my thoughts. I turned to face him with a forced smile on my face. Though the morning after wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, I felt so guilty. “I'm good.” I gave him a once over, noting how neatly he was dressed. There is something attractive about a man who knows how to dress. Even at that, I know that I don't feel anything for Mark.How good it would have been if I was attracted to him. At least, he won't hurt me the same way Kristen has—countless times if I am to count.“No, you are not,” he knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs, looking lovingly into my eyes