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"God gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've ever met."
Farrah Fawcett
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Jules

I wake up to the feeling of something wet on my shoulder and find myself smiling without opening my eyes.

Lambert and licking are just so inseparable.

Wanting to peacefully sink back into oblivion, I let Lambert continue with his shoulder-licking exercise.

That is until I feel his tongue on my breast and his hand gripping my ass!

Wait a second!

Lambert doesn't have a hand!

My eyes fly open in horror and I'm greeted with the sight of ink black hair! Befuddled, I tug at it really hard so as to get the owner's attention.

The unknown Breast-licker cum Ass-gripper finally leaves my poor mammary gland alone. He looks up and I find myself staring into the most exotic violet-flecked arctic blue eyes I've ever seen.

"Hey," he says with a swoon-worthy smile, his deep smoker's voice made huskier from sleep. Memories of last night fill my mind and I finally remember how this pretty boy and I ended up in bed together.

"Hey, yourself," I return his charming smile with my own, caressing his sleep and sex tousled hair; the same hair I seem to be getting slowly but surely obsessed with. He seems to take this as an invitation because in a blink of an eye, I find myself being peppered all over with open-mouthed kisses.

Too happy at the moment to care about anything else apart from this lad who seems to be unable to get enough of me, I begin to giggle.

Uh-oh. I didn't just make that high school girl sound, did I?

Knowing where this will end if I let it continue, I place my palms on the hard, golden, silky skin of his chest. That alone almost distracts me. Only the reminder that I've got way more pressing issues waiting for me gets me to return my focus to what I'm about to say.

"Just to be clear, this is a onetime thing," I tell him, plastering a half serious, half playful expression on my face.

He gives me a confused look. "A onetime thing? But I thought..."

He stops talking, probably because the playful expression on my face is completely gone and I'm now staring at him coldly. "You thought what? That because we fucked once, we are now officially a couple?" I wince at my own words immediately I said them.

However, my harsh utterance has done it's damage. Slowly, he withdraws from me and climbs off the bed. Buck naked, he strolls to the other side of the room where his jeans lay on the black marble floor. Picking it up, he slides those, oh Lord have mercy, sinfully long legs in, all the while looking at me like as if I've just punched him.

Regretting the things I said, I try to do a damage control. "Terrence, I.. I am sorry. I really didn't mean to say those things. Honestly, I am not that kind of person. As a matter of fact, what happened is solely my fault. It wouldn't have if I hadn't been drunk in the first place," I ramble.

He stops getting dressed long enough to address me. "So you regret it?"

Uh-oh. So much for damage control.

"I.." I was about to say I don't regret it, but then, that would be a barefaced lie. I mean, for goodness sake, I've got enough problems in my life as it is and I definitely am not about to add some sulky.. how old did he say he was again.. twenty-six year old to it.

At my inability to deny his accusation, he only looks more pained.

All of a sudden, his gaze on me goes so hot I could feel the burn on my bare skin. I follow the direction of his lust-filled eyes only to see that he's staring at my exposed boobs.

I quickly draw the duvet up to cover them. This seems to snap him back from whatever daydream the now-covered part of my anatomy had earlier thrown him into. Sharply, he looks away from me and buttons up his grey T-shirt.

"Stupid Terrence." I hear him mutter as he slips on his brown leather jacket.

I would have laughed if not because of the annoyed look on his face.

"Jules." I hear someone call and look towards the closed exit door of my room.

"Jules. Where you at, girl?"

Oh. Margot and Metisha? They are back already?

Aren't they supposed to come back on Satur...

Today is Saturday, stupid. I swear I hear my subconscious scoff.

I would have insulted the annoying inner me if not for the company I presently have.

This reminds me that those two may come bursting into my room any moment from now.

I look at Terrence, who is now fully dressed and looking at me in some sort of way that makes me feel funny. "Hey, can you hide for a mo?"

He gives me a benign but somewhat bitter smile. "What? You don't want your friends to know that you just fucked a nonentity?"

My eyes widen at his vulgar word but then I remember using same a few minutes ago. "Why would I.." I stop, unable to say anything else. He's accused me, again. And I am unable to deny, again, simply because he's right when he said I don't want Metisha and Margot to see him. However, it's not for the reason he's talking about. But at the same time, I am definitely not about to explain myself to a one-night stand.

"Fine." I stand up, leaving the duvet on the king-sized bed "Suit yourself." With that, I stomp into the closet, not caring that it is childish or that I'm wearing nothing but skin. I hear him chuckle and quickly peek out of the closet to give him the finger. I only end up provoking myself because he now laughs full on while I boil as I hastily put on the first thing I could lay my hands on which is a blue pajama bottoms, a white tank top and a stripped shirt.

I come out of the closet just as two of my three favourite persons: Margot and Lambert, come into the room.

"Hey bestie!" Margot, dressed to kill, as always, looks mighty gorgeous in a yellow and red checkered shirtdress and thigh-high black boots. She comes forward to hug me. Then, as soon as we seperate, I am treated to a once-over that screams: Girl, did you get run over by a truck? Cos you definitely ain't looking good.

If only she knows all the that's happened to me in the past three days.

I look down to see Lambert licking my toes, trying to get my attention. I grin widely at him as I bend down to pick him up.

Now that I think about it, there's definitely a gargantuan difference between the way I had felt when Terrence's tongue was on my skin with the way I just felt with Lambert's.

I feel like a complete idiot for comparing such a toe-curling sensation to the mere stroke of a dog's tongue.

The memory of the look in his eyes when I tugged on his hair earlier makes me visibly shiver.

"Are you all right?" Margot and Terrence ask simultaneously, reminding me of his presence in my room. And also drawing Margot's attention to the tall beauty leaning against my vanity mirror.

I nod. "Where's Tisha?" I ask so as to distract Margot from asking about Terrence.

"She's making small talk with Theresa," Margot answers, laughter evident in her voice.

"Oh boy!" I say with a sigh. Metisha's definition of small talk means asking my maid questions, intimate questions that would make even a sex worker blush.

"Don't worry. Theresa will live." Margot consoles me as her eyes darts towards Terrence again. As soon as she opens her mouth to speak, I know I can't put off explaining who Terrence is and what he's doing in my room anymore.

But then, before Margot could say anything, the drama queen comes bursting into the room.

The shrill squeal of "Juuuuuullleeees!" sends my eardrums on a sixty second holiday.

Metisha's hair is a riot of colours: red, yellow and green. As if having the colours of the Hawaiian flag on her head wasn't enough, my dramatic girl is dressed in a Hawaiian shirt paired with black leather pants and equally black open toed high heels. I have only a second to prepare before she pounces on me and starts kissing me all over my face: lips, cheeks, eyelid, nose.. every single unfortunate inch of my face.

"If only you knew how many guys she kissed in Hawaii with those same lips," Margot says in between fake coughs.

Immediately I hear this, I forcefully pry myself away from Metisha and give her a curious stare. "You're that happy to see me?"

She gives me a 'Don't be ridiculous' look. "Of course I am that happy to see you." I only give her a deadpanned stare. "Theresa's finally gotten herself a boyfriend!" She finally squeals.

"You're a bad influence on my innocent maid, you know?"

She grins, "She told me his name starts with the letter 'I' but won't give me the rest no matter how fervently I beg," she whines.

A chuckle resonates from behind us, thereby drawing the attention of all three of us to the source.

"I must say, you guys make a wonderful trio," Terrence comments as Margot regards him with curiosity, Metisha with a dreamy look and I, a deadly glare.

"And who is this gorgeous specimen of the Y chromosome?" Metisha asks, moving closer to him.

Okay. Here we go.

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Hey lovers!!
How you doing?
Hope you preparing to scare the pants off some persons?? (Cue Evil laughter)

So, whatcha donning for this HALLOWEEN??

In Pennywise's voice "HAPPY HALLOWEEN CUPCAKES" 👹👽👻💀