A GOOD GIRL’S MANUAL:

Book 1 — TO BEING A CHEAT!!!

BY BORN ALEX.

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CHAPTER ONE

JOURNEY TO GEORGIA

Monica Brookes was on a flight to Georgia.

She reclined in the seat, her legs raised in front of her as she looked out the window at the emptiness of the evening sky. She could see the sun as it began its descent into the clouds. It was closing for the day.

Soon, another chapter would be closing for it. The same could not be said about her life, though; she was on her way to open not just a new chapter of her life, but an entire book. One that was very different from the one everyone knew of her back home in Houston, Texas.

Monica was a beautiful woman; she was 28, but she could easily be mistaken for being in her early 20s. She had pale skin that seemed to glow; her beautiful face was usually what people saw when they first met her. And she had deep blue eyes that one could get lost in. She was wearing a soft, fitted crop top stretched lightly across her torso, the thin fabric tracing the natural curve of her waist, and a low-cut neckline showing off generous cleavage.

Her mini-skirt was skimpy and eye-catching; it wrapped around her hips like a second skin, showing off her perfect ass. Her curves were just impossible to ignore.

There was an ease to how she carried herself, a quiet confidence. And that was because of who she was as a person. Monica had grown up in a wealthy home, and she had always had the basics of life at her fingertips all her life. But she had also lived a sheltered life; her father had been strict in that regard. He had filtered her friends, limited the way she moved about until she came of age.

She was schooled in a private university, one that her father was a major shareholder in, and that had meant that her life was still under his watchful gaze. She had tried getting away from him, but that had been a bit impossible. He held all the money and gave her monthly allowances instead of letting her get a job.

And then, when she had been ready to start dating for marriage, he filtered the men mercilessly. Eventually, there was one she fell for, for his name was Hughie. It was clear that her father didn’t like him, but in this case, she made sure he knew that he didn’t have a choice.

It had not been easy, though; they had been dating for over a year. And now, they were getting married in two weeks.

Monica let out a deep breath as the thought resounded in her head. Fifteen days from today, she would already be a Mrs. She loved Hughie; she knew that for a fact. But she could also see that he was just like her father.

He was a boring man who had no time for fun and was always thinking of business and money. When she did get married, she would be really lonely when he was busy with work. To counter that, though, she already had plans in place to open up a business once she returned to Houston.

When one of the young hostesses approached her, asking if she would like anything to eat or drink, she shook her head. She was not sure she would be able to eat anything at all. With how she was planning her week ahead, it was no wonder she had no appetite at all.

She was on her way to the wedding of one of her childhood friends; they had attended the same high school back in the day and had managed to keep in touch since then. She was one of the few people who had escaped her father’s scrutiny.

Although the wedding was scheduled to take place on Saturday, Monica was going on Monday.

“What?” Hughie had gasped when she had told him her plans, “That is so early, are you the one who is getting married? Or is she your sister?”

“She is  like a sister to me,” Monica had told him. She was relaxed on the bed, naked from the waist down, as he walked about wearing his clothes. They had just finished having sex.

At least that was what Hughie thought because she did not consider what happened to be sex at all.

He bent down and picked up his trousers, then began to push his legs through them. “I still do not get why you have to go so early? We are getting married in two weeks, baby. I need you here with me, thinking of our own wedding.”

“I have been with you for two years; if you spend a week without me, you won’t die.”

“Why are you talking like that?” He belted his pants and picked up his shirt, then he sat beside her on the bed. “You know I am going to miss you badly, every moment you are gone.”

“That is good, it will add spice to the sex on our wedding night.”

“Wedding night? What are you talking about?”

“Babe…” she said as she caressed his cheek. He was just so sweet. “We are not having sex again until we get married. If not, that day will not be as memorable as we want it to be.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “That is not necessary!”

“It is, we are not even supposed to see each other until we are on the altar.”

“That is not fair at all, so I will stay one week without seeing you and two weeks without having sex with you. Why don’t you just tell me to die, huh?”

That had ruined his mood for the rest of the time he was there; he had not said much soon after as he focused on wearing his clothes. Once he was done, he put on his shoes as well and picked up his briefcase. He was about to leave when she stopped him at the door.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked, her voice was low.

He said nothing, but he didn’t pull his hand from her grip. She walked closer to him and hugged him, “Please don’t be mad. I just thought I would make this memorable for us. At least I should be able to have a say there, right? With my Mom in charge of planning the entire wedding, I am only required to wear my white dress and show up on that day. If you do not want me to do anything as well, no problem. I will just sit here in my house and count my ceiling.”

“What are you talking about?” He cooed, pulling her away from him so he could look at her face, “I understand why you are doing this, and I really appreciate the thought. I guess I did not consider your point previously. Before meeting you, I was a virgin, and I did not die. Two weeks without touching you should not kill me.”

She smiled then, so sweet and guilelessly, “I love you so much. I also met you as a virgin, so there is a lot we do not know just yet. We just have to take things step by step.”

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her. The kiss lasted for about a minute; she had run her hand through his hair and pulled him close as she sucked on his tongue. He was a good kisser.

He left not long after that, promising to call once he was done with work.

Before she had met Hughie and fallen for him, she had been a virgin. He was willing to wait until marriage, like the good Christian boy he was. But she had pressured him until he had succumbed. They had sex one time, and he could not stop after that. Now they do it at least four to five times a week. And each time, she was never satisfied. She did not know what sexual satisfaction was, but she was certain that when she experienced it, she would know.

And so far, she had yet to experience it with Hughie. For someone with a high libido, he tapped out pretty quickly.

Their sex was never long enough to be thoroughly enjoyed by her; the styles were always missionary. A few strokes and he would release at once. After that, he would be up long enough to whip the condom off his cock before he would be fast asleep. Or like now, when he would have to return to work.

Was this the kind of life she was planning to have as a wife? Could she cope with this for the rest of her life?

She was about to find out.

After that time, she kept her word, and they never had sex again. She even reduced the time they spent together, limiting their contact to only voice and video calls.

Most of the time, when she was horny and needed relief, she would masturbate multiple times to give herself the orgasm he kept denying her.

She could not go on like that forever; something had to be done.

And it was all going to happen in Georgia, which was where she was headed.

And as the plane flew through the air, getting closer and closer to Georgia, she found that she was jittery with nerves. What she was planning was something she had never done before in her entire life. Since she had started dating, and after.

This was something that was huge; she knew that once she started, there would be no going back. If it went bad at first, she would abandon the whole thing. But if it went great, beyond her expectations, then she would have to go through with it till the very end.

She was planning to stay in Georgia for one week, leave on Monday, and return the next Monday. And her adventure was scheduled to begin this same Monday.