“We met in pre-k. We were best friends all way through school during good and bad times. Our junior year we decided to hook up, be each other's first. We did have sex. But it just wasn't the emotional kind like a boyfriend and girlfriend should have.” I explain.“I mean it was ok. We just realized we were better as friends. I realized the love I had was that of a sister not a lover. Teen hormones are confusing, but I figured it out quickly after we slept together. It was awkward and didn’t feel right.” I reply.“We or you?” He asks.“It was a mutual decision. We went back to being best friends. I dated other guys my senior year. He never showed a problem with them.” I reply.“Ok, I just wanted you to know what I see. Just be careful. Ok?” He cautions.“I will. And I hear your concerns. If it gets too much, I’ll have a talk with him.” I agree.We're still lying in bed talking. We start making out again. I'm on top of him and the sheets are at our feet. We are both still naked. He’s ful
“We will dissect the case next week. Everyone have a good weekend!” Professor dismisses.“My man won his first case! I'm so proud of you. And you beat me! That's saying something. You'll get extra special treatment tonight!!” I promise.“Can we go home and start the celebration now?" Brady asks.“Sure, I just need run to the bathroom right quick.” I explain.“Ok. Let's go my dorm since it's closer, then we can go out, and back to your place.” Brady replies.“Ok but before we go out, I have to go home and change first.” I reply.“Oh, ok. Then we'll go to your place, then mine after we go out. I’ll wait right here.” Brady replies.I go in the bathroom. I'm in the stall emptying my bladder. I'll remember next time to not drink a 32-ounce tea before class! I hear two girls talking and hear Brady's name. I stay quiet to listen.“I saw him sneaking out of her dorm. His poor uptight girlfriend doesn’t even have a clue.” Voice number one replies.“Well, it’s what she deserves. Someone hot lik
I look to Brady to make sure he's ok with it. I don't want to make things awkward.“Sure, go ahead.” Brady replies. I give him a kiss.“So, Brady is a little intense?” He remarks.“I don’t think so.” I reply.“Ah love is blind. How long have you known him?” He asks.“Long enough.” I reply. I keep my answers short.“So, what was it about him that made you want to be with him?” He asks.Fine if he wants to play this out, I will. But he’s not going to like what I have to say. He needs to get over himself. I have been noticing how he looks down his nose at Brady when he thinks I’m not looking. I’m not stupid, I just don’t want to deal with the drama.“Honestly? His hot sexy body made me notice him. Then once I got to know him it was the person he is. He’s smart, loyal, real, we just connect on every level. I’ve never felt for anyone else a fraction of what I feel for him.” I explain.“So, what kind of background does he have?” He asks.“Look, I love Brady. I know him. I don't care if he c
I can't believe he went to my parents! He just crossed the line! That rat bastard!“Hey what did your mom want.” Brady asks.“I'll tell you in a minute. Right now, I have a confrontation to do.” I reply.“Jim! Jim!!” I holler.“You bellowed?” He laughs.“You have over stepped your boundary. You went and told my parents about Brady moving in before I could?” I demand.“It just came up in conversation. I didn’t know it was a secret.” He replies.“He just moved in, I hadn't had time to talk to mom and dad. Dad is at a convention and mom is in a high-profile case. I could barely get 10 minutes on the phone. Yet you call them for what purpose?” I demand.“Ah. ...ah.” He stutters.“Save it. I know what you're up to. You know I’m very smart. Very intuitive. So just stop now. You and me are not ever happening so get it through your head! Even if me and Brady weren’t together, there would NEVER be a me and you!” I retort.“What's going on?” Tammy replies as she enters the room.“Nothing now!”
“Someday if you'll have me, I’m gonna marry you.” He whispers.And he's out again. What the hell is going onwith him? And marry? When he said that I got butterflies. Just like when we first kissed. Just like the first time we made love. I do want to marry him. Not now, but in the future. Tomorrow is Thursday. I skip classes as I'm waiting for him to wake up.“Shit I feel like hell!” Brady groans.“Good! You deserve to for putting me through that last night! I was worried sick.” I retort.“Here, water and Tylenol.” I offer.“I don't deserve you.” He mutters.“Bullshit. I won’t hear that kind of talk, ever! I'm going to take a shower then we talk.” I order.I’m in the shower just finishing up when the shower door opens. Brady steps in and wraps his arms around me. My back to his front. He leans close to my ear.“Whatever happens please remember I love you and only you. I would never cheat on you ever.” He whispers.“I know that. I trust and believe in you. What's going on you're scaring
We go to meet with the dean and Professor. Me and Brady are sitting and waiting for them to read the proposal. It was to allow us to try his case here at the University. With the Professor sitting in as judge and jury. And his findings would stand. If I won then Brady's record would be cleared and this sealed against the public and bar association. If I lost and he was proven guilty he would leave college and not apply for his law degree. It's a risky move. But I know he's innocent. There has to be a way to prove it. And you can't prove a lie, right?!“I have to say well done Miss Miller. I can't say I’m surprised. You are my top student. But are you sure you want to switch sides?” Professor asks.“Sir, I believe it was you who is always telling us to get in the mind of your competition? What better way than for me to learn firsthand and being in their actual shoes?” I ask.“Very valid point. And Mr. Thomas. You stand to lose the most here. Are you comfortable with your girlfriend
“You've been concentrating for hours.” Brady declares. “Yes, trying to save your ass. I don't want to forget anything.” I warn. “God you're so hot. And when you tell me no, makes me want you even more.” He warns. He slides his fingers into my panties. Yep, concentration is gone. I lay my pad and pen on the bedside table. His hands are pulling my shorts and panties off. I take off my top. “That's more like it!” He groans. I push him back and straddle him. I kiss his lips, then his ear, down his neck while he plays with my breasts. My lips go down to his chest, circle his nipples with my tongue. Then down his stomach. I swirl my tongue around his tip while I hold his shaft in my hand. I stroke with my hand and he groans. Then I put my mouth completely over him and move up and down. His hands go to my hair. Guiding my pace. I can feel he's ready and I suck harder and faster. “Oh, hell yes, baby fuuckk yeah, I'm going to come.” Brady groans. He does and it shoots all in my mouth
“Moving on. The hospital report says signs of sex but no tears and no semen present, so a condom was used. No DNA found. That could be positive to say no signs of forced intercourse. Or negative as they could say you were covering your tracks with the condom.” I reply. “So basically, she had sex and has ripped clothing. We guys can get carried away and it not be rape. Also, sometimes the women ask for things like that. They get off on it.” Cameron replies. “Yeah exactly.” Brady agrees. “Ok I want to see the alleged dating pictures. Seriously? I know she's a shitty lawyer, this is so damn sloppy. None of these have a clear shot of the guy’s face. Brady has the profile of tons of guys.” I reply. “Hey!” Brady retorts. “I know this is not Brady. But I can't shake the feeling I know this guy. God it's eating at my brain! So how can we prove this is not Brady?” I ask as I pace. “Think!” “So, we have pictures that can be anyone, ripped clothes, no DNA, and her word.” Cameron scoffs. “