A Good Girl's Manual: To A One-Night-Stand!!!

CHAPTER ONE

BACK WITH CATALINA

Monica Brookes ordered a ride, and this time the driver was not an asshole. Although he was quite boring, he refused to play music, claiming it distracted him from driving. When they got into the thick of the traffic, he opened all the windows and turned off the air conditioner; he claimed he needed to save battery.

By the time they got to Catalina’s house, she was already feeling moist from all the sweat, and she was using her purse to fan herself. She paid him angrily and walked out of the car. She was surely going to give him the worst rating.

Just like yesterday, there were people in the compound, doing one thing or the other in preparation for the wedding. She could see an electrician who was laying a string of tiny colored lights along the length of the compound. There was someone else who was on a scaffolding that was setting up some strings in the air; Monica suspected that would be for the balloons.

She let out a sigh as she walked through the throng of working people and into her friend’s house. The door was shut, so she knocked. When she did not get any reply, she knocked again.

Still no reply, she took hold of the knob and turned it, and then she pushed it open.

“Hello…” she muttered as she poked her head in. “Good afternoon.”

Just then Catalina emerged from a room and saw her. “You are here already? Come on in! Why are you skulking about?”

Monica let out a sigh as she walked in. “I have been knocking, but no one was answering me, so I decided to check if there was anyone home.”

“I heard you knocking; that is why I came here. I suspected it was you, seeing as I am already expecting you.”

Monica closed the door behind her, and Catalina walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. “It is so good to see you again, even though it was just yesterday we last saw each other.”

“Oh yeah…” Monica replied, “It is indeed good to have someone to talk to. It can get really boring in my hotel room.”

“Well, you are here, and I am glad to have you with me. And now that you are here, I really need your help on something.”

“What is that?”

“Come with me, please.”

Monica followed her friend out of the living room, and they walked through the passage and into Catalina’s room. It was still the same as yesterday, and Monica made a beeline for the bed and dropped herself into it. She saw the remote to the air conditioner beside her, and she picked it up and increased the blast to the coldest, instantly vaporizing the heat and sweat that was on her body.

Catalina closed the door behind her and studied her on the bed. “You look different when you wear a dress, more sexy and beautiful. You should dress like this more often.”

Monica laughed at that. “That will require some getting used to, but I will think about it.”

“You would not be doing it for me, but for yourself.”

“Sure, we would see how things go.”

Catalina sat on the bed as well, planting herself beside her. “I need your help with something.”

“So you said, what is this thing you are talking about?”

“Nah… let me rephrase. I need your help with someone.”

Monica raised her eyebrows at that. “What do you want to do?”

“Do not look at me like that; it is nothing sinister. Just my mother-in-law.” Catalina let out a sigh. “Or should I say, future mother-in-law.”

“Okay… so what do you want to do to her?” she asked again.

“Like I said, nothing sinister. She has suddenly gotten it into her head that she wants to change the entire menu for the wedding, and so far nothing I am saying to her makes sense.”

“Oh… that is it.” Monica let out a sigh. “What does she want to change it into? And what is she changing it from?”

“Currently, we would be doing exotic dishes, along with some French and Italian, both in dessert and drinks. But now she wants everything to be just pure American and Spanish. She wants us to use the money earmarked for French and Italian dishes to pay for the Spanish, and that is just not going to happen. I have already told all our guests that we would be serving Italian and French dishes. I would not be the bride that goes back on her word on her own wedding day.”

“Okay… that makes a bit of sense. So have you told her all these things you have been telling me?”

“You think I haven’t? This was totally the first thing I told her when she informed me of the changes, and she said she was going ahead with it anyway. This is my wedding, and I am supposed to have a say in what dishes are being served.”

“That is correct, but you do have to tread carefully here. There will be a way to resolve this without making matters worse for yourself and her.”

“How do you think we should do that?”

“What if you all added Spanish to the menu as well?”

“There is not enough money; if there were, then there would not even be a problem with the idea. My issue is that, seeing as there is no money for the Spanish, she wants to use the money that was budgeted for French and Italian to make the Spanish, thereby there will be no Spanish. How do you think I should go about this?”

“Uhm… this should be something that could be easily solved. In the end, you both have to conclude that two of you can work with comfortably. For starters, you can ask her how many people she knew that was coming and would love the Spanish dishes, then you compare that with how many you know will love and enjoy French and Italian dishes. That will decide if you will go with one or the other.”

“And if she does not agree?”

“Then that is beyond me. You might have to take it to your parents; they will know best how to resolve this issue.”

“Yeah, it did cross my mind to take it to them, but I just thought it was something I could handle on my own. Well, I failed. I will tell them.”

“But the issue is not creating any major issues yet, right?” Monica asked.

“No, not yet.” Catalina told her, “And I do not want it to go any further; that is why I want to address the matter now before things get any worse.”

“That is the right thing to do.”

“I guess I have to talk to my mother now,” Catalina told her. “She is the one who is more open-minded and will handle it best with my mother-in-law. The thing is that once I am with her now, pulling away from her might be difficult.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing much… she is just the kind of person who always has one thing or the other that she is doing. Which also means that she will find a way to rope me in as well. I am just saying I might take some time; will you be able to stay on your own?”

“Here?”

“Wherever you want. I want to tell her now so she will figure out a way to get to the bottom of the matter as soon as possible. You can stay here if you want, or you can go to the living room and watch TV.”

“I will stay here for now. If I get bored with my phone, I will go to the living room. But please do not forget that I am here.”

Catalina laughed at that. “I would not be away for that long. Not even up to thirty minutes.”

“Okay then, hurry along.”

“Thank you.” Catalina got off the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

And just like that, she was left all alone.

 

CHAPTER TWO

SIMON, THE HEAD MASTER

In the ensuing silence, Monica relaxed further into the bed and took out her phone. She was going to surf the internet and watch video skits until her host returned. She went online and began to surf. It was then that she noticed that the network here was weak. It could do regular browsing and reading of posts. She was even able to view some pictures, but when it came to streaming videos, it was just deadlocking.

“Fuck…” she cursed quietly; this meant no more browsing for her. She would have to go watch that TV after all.

She returned her phone to her purse and left them both on the bed, and then she used a pillow to cover it. Taking a deep breath, she got off the bed, using one hand to straighten out her gown that had hiked up to her thighs.

She opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit passage. It was empty and quiet here, seeing as there was no one in the living room and the TV there was turned off, so no sound was coming from there. All the doors were locked, and that accounted for the total silence in the house.

She closed the door behind her and began to walk towards the living room. Just as she walked on and closed in on it, a door to her left opened, and she was staring at Simon.

His mouth fell open as he stared at her in shock. “You are here!”

“Shit…” she screamed in her head, but she smiled at him sweetly. “Hi.”

“When did you get here?”

“Not too long ago. Catalina just went to speak to your Mother. I was on my way to the living room to watch some TV.”

“TV?” he scoffed. “You do not need TV; come on in.”

He was dressed only in shorts that barely got to his knees; he was bare-chested and smiling sheepishly at her.

“No,” she told him. “I do not think that is a good idea.”

“Come on, I am not going to bite.” He replied, “Moreover, if I know my sister and mother, they will spend quite some time gisting. Why don’t you let me keep you company till then?”

She did not see a way to decline this without being rude, so with a shrug she walked through the door and into his room.

It was like a different world entirely. The floor was covered in soft rugs, but then so were the walls. Red and blue lights were on but not too bright; they were dim and made it so that everything that was in the room cast a shadow on everything else.

“Jeez…” she muttered. “How do you even see your way in here?”

He closed the door behind him as he studied her, enjoying the view of her ass snuggled in the gown. “I have gotten used to it.”

“Wow… this looks like a scene out of a―” She was turning as she said this, and she saw that he was already behind her. “Simon…”

“You have been ignoring my calls,” he told her.

“I knew I was coming here today, so I did not want to burn your airtime.”

“It is my airtime; I get to decide how I burn it.”

“Okay…” she replied and made to walk around him, but he took her by the waist and pulled her close.

“Baby… I have missed you.” He told her.

She let out a sigh; despite how she felt, she liked the way his arms felt around her, holding her close. “Simon…”

“Since last night, you are all I have been able to think about. And when you materialized in my doorway, it was like a dream come true for me.”

He cupped her buttocks through her gown and squeezed it possessively; she let out another sigh as she felt a ting of arousal go through her.

“Simon…” This was just another bad idea; she could not help but think as she felt her restraints breaking away and crumbling.

He raised her gown and exposed her naked butt. He let out a grunt when he noticed she was not wearing any undies. “You are not wearing anything under. You knew this was going to happen, baby. You were expecting it.”

He took her by the chin and pulled her in for a kiss. She did not resist. Instead, her hands circled his neck and pulled him closer as they kissed passionately. His hands cupped her buttocks once more, squeezing them as he hoisted her up and carried her to the bed.

He placed her gently on it, and she let out a sigh as she sank into the soft mattress. He climbed in after her and raised her gown until he took it off her completely. She was stark naked before him, her breasts rising and falling in tune with her hitching breath. Under the red and blue lights, she was a magnificent work of art, and he wanted to explore all of her.

He lay down beside her and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.

“Ahh…” she gasped as he sucked on her boob, using his teeth to scrape it a little and tug at it, thereby sending shards of pleasure through her entire system. She was feeling everything he was doing to her; it seemed her brain amplified it all so that she felt it even double.

His hands traveled down her body and settled over her damp pussy, he let out another grunt as he realized just how wet she was. He slipped a finger inside her, causing her to jerk in reflex, then he fucked her with his finger for a while before he eventually slipped it out of her.

“Fuck…” she groaned as she suddenly felt empty. He lifted his finger to her face, and the strong smell of her juices hit her nostrils. He lowered the finger to her mouth, and she sucked on it willingly.

He got up from beside her and planted himself between her legs. He got real comfortable as he lay down on his belly with only his head between her thighs. Her pussy was in his face, and it was damp and glistening with her juices. And it was calling to him.

And he buried his head in it.

“Fuck…” she let out a shuddering breath as she felt his tongue flick in and out of her pussy, eating and lapping her out. She clutched at the sheets as she felt tumultuous pleasures tear through her. He was using everything he had, teeth, tongue, and fingers, and he was driving her insane.

She was about to lose control and let out her scream, but she had to remind herself that they were not alone in the house, and the room was probably not soundproof as her hotel room was. She did not want his mother and sister to hear her cries and screams of ecstasy.

He was holding on tight to her thighs, hugging them as he continued eating her, using his tongue to lap all her juices. And then took his index finger and stuck it inside her once again while he ran his tongue gently over her clit.

And that did it for her.

A tremor shook her entire body to the core, making her vibrate on the bed even though the mattress was soft. Her pussy clenched and unclenched uncontrollably as he continued eating her out. She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming while her body thrashed on the bed.

It wasn’t until he pulled away from her pussy, his lips glistening with her juices as she smiled at her, that her body finally calmed down. Everything about her was sensitive, and it seemed like any small touch could set her off again.

She fell back on the bed, breathing hard and fast; her breasts were puckered, and the nipples pointed at the air as she struggled to get herself back under control.

She could not deny it; despite her feelings and the fact that he was not all that good at handling the dick, Simon was definitely a headmaster.

She loved his head game indeed.

 

CHAPTER THREE

JUST SAY NO

Simon gave her time to catch her breath and let her come back to her senses. Then he eased himself off the bed and began to tug at his shorts. They were down in a jiffy, and his engorged shaft was pointing at her.

As she saw it, she remembered that she was not even supposed to be in the room in the first place. Moreover, she was planning on getting fucked later in the night. Simon’s dick would just not be welcome in any way.

Letting out a sigh, she sat up. “I can’t do this, Simon. I am sorry.”

He had been approaching the bed when she spoke, and her words had stopped him in his tracks. “What?”

“I am sorry, okay? But this is just a bad idea on all levels.”

“You can’t be serious; you can’t back out now! Not after what I just did.”

“Bro, you did not give me much choice, did you? I got carried away with what you were doing to me, and I let it slide. But it does not have to go any further.”

“That is not fair,” he told her.

She felt around the bed, seeing as the room was semi-dark and she could not find her way easily. But her fingers brushed her gown, and she picked it up. Holding it close to her face so she could make sure it was in front and not the back, she wore it. “I am sorry, Simon.”

“This is bullshit, mehn…” he muttered as he lowered himself into a chair. “I just ate you the fuck out and gave you quite an orgasm; can’t you at least return the