A Good Girl's Manual: To Being A Slut!

CHAPTER ONE
THE CONFUSED FIANCEE

Monica was lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling as her naked breasts rose and fell easily with the rhythm of her breathing. The nipples that had once been puckered with arousal were now just normal. As a matter of fact, there was no trace of arousal in her body. It was the complete opposite of what she was feeling. 

And that feeling was sad.

The room was blanketed in silence, and she could hear the drone of the air conditioning unit as it continued to pump cold air into the room.

She was stunned by the way she had found it to be so easy to lie to her fiancée, using Catalina as a cover-up. She had literally been playing him while Simon’s sperm was still wet and warm inside her. This brought to her notice how far she was willing to take this; could it mean that there would be no limits for her? No boundaries to measure the way she acted? When would everything become too much?

“Fuck…” she groaned. This was all fucked up. How could she go on like this and keep on doing this to someone she was planning to spend the rest of her life with? She was messing up, and she was messing up real bad.

She turned in the bed, punching the pillow so that it would be fuller and therefore more comfortable for her; she folded her arms and added them under the pillow to increase the height. This new position showed her the entire room, and she saw that it was still in tatters. A blatant reminder of the casual sex she just had with Simon.

And she could not even believe that for a moment he had reminded her of Hughie. They were nothing alike in any way at all. The only thing they had in common back then was the fact that neither of them had liked the decision she made.

And in both cases, she had not given a damn, as she knew what she was after and she had no qualms about going after it.

Well now, she had to get a new direction. She had to stop this madness before things got worse for her. If not, how would she be able to sleep beside Hughie every day and wake up beside him knowing that she had spent an entire week before their marriage collecting dick that was not his? And not just one, but two for that matter.

She had taken this as far as she could, and it was all going to stop now. She would keep quiet about what had already happened; there would be no need to tell him about it, seeing as it would only raise more trouble for her in the future. So, if no one knew about it, then no one would talk about it, right?

If there was one thing she knew how to do, that was to handle her shit. As a matter of fact, everything that had been going on since she landed in Georgia state, all the preparations that had been put in place since before she even set foot into that place, those were all testament to how well she handled her shit.

And what she was sure of was that everything was under control; she would always have things under control no matter the turns they took. She was a woman on top, and she would always stay there. After all, it was not like she had much choice in the matter; if she was not being careful in her dealings, everything would blow up in her face, and she could literally lose everything just because of one shitty move. And that was not something she was willing to try out. So she had to always be game, no matter where and no matter when.

Because you never could know what the next minute could bring.

She let out a deep sigh; she would have to return Scott’s call and tell him that it was all over. She was ending it with him.

Thank God they had both agreed that there were no strings attached, so there was not going to be any mess when she cut it off. They had also agreed that if things did not go as either of them had anticipated, they were free to back out of the deal.

Things were no longer moving in the direction she wanted. Or rather, it was going in the direction she wanted, but she no longer felt the need to go in that direction anymore. She was going to change directions now.

She felt around the bed for her phone, feeling a little bit sad about what she was going to miss. Scott had been able to fuck her in a way that just seemed to change her perception of life; with him she had come to realize just how powerful a dick could be. Both to the man and to the woman.

But now, she would have to give that all up. She felt sad about it, but she had made up her mind, and there was nothing that was going to change it.

She finally picked up the phone and dialed up his number. Since she had missed his last two calls, he had not called again. Could it be that he had already figured her to be a lost cause? Did he feel that she had already moved on and that was why she had ignored his calls?

Her finger hovered over the dial button on her phone as the thoughts zoomed through her head, one after the other.

Because if he felt that she had moved on, then there might be no need to call him, right? That way they could all just go their separate ways and everyone would be happy.

But then, what if he was not feeling that way? He had only stopped calling because he figured she had to be busy with something and could not get to the phone. Then he probably had plans to get back to her when next he could. What if he did not think she was a lost cause at all? And instead he wanted to meet up with her once more.

“Fuck this!” She muttered and dialed it.

Her heart was thudding in her chest as she heard the dial tone. She sat up and crossed her legs yoga style while she picked a pillow and held it close to herself for comfort. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she was praying that he did not pick the call. How was she going to tell him it was all coming to an end when they both knew she had enjoyed it greatly?

Her prayers were not answered; he picked the call on the third ring.

“Shit…” She cursed under her breath.

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CHAPTER TWO
ANOTHER BBC DATE

“Hello Monica…” Scott’s deep, sexy voice came through the phone and burned into her ears.

“Oh shit!” She cursed at once as she felt a little thrill go through her entire body, and her pussy tingled in a jerk of anticipation. Her resolve to break everything off with him just flew out the window, and she found herself wishing he was there with her.

“Hey, Monica… are you okay?” He asked after hearing her curse and then going silent.

She had to snap herself back into control. “I am good, Scott. Something just happened here. I am sorry I missed your call.”

“It is no problem. I am sorry I called so late.”

“Yeah, why did you call so late?”

He sighed, “Don’t mind me, I have been busy since morning. After leaving the hotel, I only had time for a change of clothes before I hit the road. I have been shuffling all over Georgia ever since.”

“Hope you were not too stressed out?” she asked with a chuckle.

He laughed at that, getting her point. “hell no. And that is really awesome. How many times did we do it during the night again?”

“I think I lost count. But it was all over the hotel room and in the bathroom as we