The story of Rick and I began with my best friend, Cara. Sort of. Cara and I have been friends since we were twelve, a friendship forged when a random class seating arrangement lumped us together. Rick was school captain of sports in his last year of school. He became the sudden reason attendance spiked during assemblies. The teachers were rapt with our interest, even if they didn’t know why so many girls were there. We would all sit there holding our tongues at the sight of him in sneakers and workout shorts, revealing crafted calves from years of running, and his tank hugging every curve. In one English class after such an assembly, Cara wrote a lovey-dovey poem about some guy who could run like a bolt of lightning, who had killer legs, and a perfect set of broad shoulders. That and he had tousled, medium brown hair and… Read more »
Author: Rebecca Berto
Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She's strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.
Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their doggy.
“Anyway,” she says shifting on her leant elbow, “what did you do with Nate?” “I sucked his cock.” Scout’s mouth explodes with air. Literally, she bursts into hysterics and I don’t bother reeling her in. The twins’ bedroom is far enough away, and I’m again feeling drunk enough to not know if she’s too loud. “I did. It was a bet thing anyway.” Why not? Suck your best friend’s cock for a bet. “You sucked some random girl’s tits.” Scout tips her head in a touché way. “But I like her.” “I don’t like him. And he’s not even my best friend, you are. So be quiet and satisfied.” “I’ll make sure not to tell him that, Kalli. But this crosses a line. Are you going to date him or something?” I make an icky face. “No way.” “He’s not like you. Shit, Kalli. Both him and I are not… Read more »
The smell of the man next to her, panting and sweating from obviously running to catch the train, didn’t matter. Nor did the fact she was standing for a one-hour train trip in heels. There was little that could matter to her right now—except for when the train suddenly stopped, and the driver announced a delay. “We have stopped to attend to an ill passenger on board,” he said. “I don’t know how long the wait will be, but it could be up to forty-five minutes due to peak hour traffic and the patient’s condition. Thank you for your understanding.” At that time, Sarah heard a deep, yet smooth voice say, “Lucky I don’t plan on being anywhere.” She knew it was Him before she looked up to meet his eyes. Apart from the fact she was sure it came from somewhere in front of her, or thereabouts, a voice… Read more »
About Rebecca Berto Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction. Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their doggy. Website • Twitter • Facebook • Goodreads