Stopping, we turn, Cammie Arnold is standing with one hand on her hip, blonde hair loose and blowing in the wind, skin tight button-down shirt gaped to show the tops of her tits, a short black mini skirt that barely covers her pussy and 4 inch heels covered with a trench coat open in the front. She reaches the other hand to touch my coat covered forearm. Pushing her chest into my bicep. Her little B cups don’t hold a candle to Ten’s melons, but tits on my arm will still get a reaction from Kohl Junior.
“Hey, Cammie. We’re going to grab some lunch.”
Walking her nails up my arm, “How ‘bout we go to my room and you can be my lunch?” she purrs licking her red-tinted lips.
Ten steps out releasing my arm, moving to walk away. Reaching out, I grabbed her gloved hand, stopping her. If I must choose between Ten and Cammie, it’s no contest; I want to spend time with Ten.
“Tempting, Cammie, but I already told Ten we’d go eat.”
Gasping in disgust, she looks Ten up and down stopping at our joined hands. “You’d rather eat with that then go to my room? Are you for real, Kohl? Haven’t you seen enough of her? I know I have; hell, we all have seen enough of that to last a lifetime.”
“Do you know Ten, Cammie? Have you ever spoken to her?” I ask, biting my cheek to control the angry monster inside me that wants to lash out at her for being such a judgmental bitch.
“I don’t want to know her. I’ve seen enough of her to make me puke and I know you have, too. What are you doing, Kohl?”
“I’m having lunch with an amazing girl, Cammie, and it’s not you. Go find Masters, I’m sure he’d love to be your lunch.” I smirk at the look of surprise on her face. Tensanne’s hand trembles in mine, her grip tightening with each word.
Leering at me with daggers in her eyes, “I’ll do that, Kohl. When you get done chubby chasing, don’t come searching for me.”
“Not a problem, Cammie, I never looked for you in the first place,” I hiss. Turning, gripping tight to Ten’s hand we continue to the cafeteria. Hearing Cammie stomp off, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk.
Who the hell wears high heels in the snow?
“You didn’t have to do that; you could have gone with her,” Ten whispers, I lean closer to hear her over the gusting winter wind. Her warm breath heats the shell of my ear sending a pang of desire straight to my crotch.
“Why would I want to be with her when I can be with you?” I ask.
“Oh, I don’t know. Because she’s enticing, thin, offers blow jobs for lunch and she’s everything I’m not,” she mutters sadly.
She stands next to me with her shoulders hunched, eyes glaring at the ground as if she wished it would swallow her up so she can disappear. She is clueless about how tantalizing she is, how wonderful she is to be around. I have only begun to peel back her layers and I’m ensnared in her net.
After a moments reflection, I raise her chin forcing her eyes to meet mine, nodding my head I agree, “You’re right. She is everything you’re not. You’re not shallow, slutty, easy and doing the entire basketball team. You’re not dim-witted and air headed. You’re not rude, mean and plastic. She should aspire to be you, not the other way around.”
Shaking her head in disagreement, “I can’t offer what she does.”
“It’s not that you can’t offer what she does, Ten. Hell, any woman can offer sex. What makes you different is you aren’t the type of woman to offer something like that. So, no, Tensanne Craig, you would never offer what she does. You can offer so much more.”
“You can’t know that, you don’t know me. You’ve seen what I did offer and where it got me.”
“I know enough to know that you have more goodness in your little finger than Cammie does in her entire body. Life is full of mistakes; those mistakes shape us and make us learn to be better people so that we don’t make those mistakes again. You were caught up in a web of lies by an egotistical prick; you know not to do that again.”
“Am I making that mistake again with you, Kohl? How do I know you aren’t trying to do the same thing?” she asks.
“I can only ask you to give me a chance to earn your trust. I understand your hesitance and I commend your strength. Keep me on the edge but leave me a small opening to prove I’m worthy of your trust and friendship,” I beg.
I will make this woman see she is as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside. I will make her see she is so much better than the ‘Cammie’s’ of the world. I don’t care if it takes the rest of my college career. She will know exactly how wonderful she is.
Now that I have spoken to her, she’s like breathing fresh clean air. I know I need to be in her life and I’m certain I need her in mine.
Chapter Seven
I would really like to dip this woman in chocolate and enjoy her for hours. Not in a cannibalistic way but oh you know what I mean.
—Kohl’s inner thoughts
Tensanne
HIS WORDS MAKE my head spin. My academic brain struggling to find reasoning for his kindness. Seeing Cammie stand there, propositioning him like I wasn’t even there, sent jealousy through my veins. Not the kind of jealousy that rears because I have any claim to Kohl, but the kind that makes me wish I had her security. I wish I knew I could walk up to a guy and get whatever I wanted with a rub of my tits and a flip of my hair. Although, he is
