All Chapters of Naughty #teXXXt: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I sat down and stared at my cell screen. I was the Sunday guy, the one that would make Tess feel better by having some kind of conversation that would be so outside of the box, that it would explode her mind every time. I was the nice guy that every girl wanted as a friend, the type that would never get the girl, and part of me felt right about being that guy. The one that they could turn to, but then there becomes a point when I wanted more than that. I didn’t know if I wanted to get married, have kids, and the usual type of crap that everyone in my family recited when they got to this age. But I was a Senior in college, and soon I would leave, and the only thing anyone would ever say about me was, Rich was a nice guy. He helped me that time in this situation or that…With Tessa, I could be who I wanted to be, but I wondered if I could take it to the next step. I’d analyzed and divulged myself in each and every one of her articles. I knew who she was talking about when it came to t

“Hello sweetie, Archie showed you a good time last night?” Kim chimed as I headed to the kitchen, ready to eat. “He was charming last night.” I smiled as I thought about Ron and the triplets. It took me a while, but the reason why I was into all of them became apparent to me. I even got up a little later than usual this morning, I was tired, not from sex. But just from thinking about the night that I had with Archie and the words that Ron said to me yesterday. “I don’t feel pressured to be some kind of girl who knows everything, that has to put out every time that we’re together and I don’t feel guilty about having seven men I feel…”“Shit! Fucking shit!” Cheryl blurted out as she sat at the breakfast table. “That’s rude. I was talking…”I was going to say what was on my mind until I saw what she was cursing about. She handed me her phone. It was him. Carter. Ron thought that he heard someone in the classroom, and I wished that I’d paid attention to him. I wished that I'd looked

Tessa Everything happened for a reason, and Carter’s exposure of my relationships made me feel sleazy for all of five seconds. Pete made me feel like the woman that I’d desired to be from the start. There wasn’t anything that could bring down the rain, and as Pete asked, for the guys to be interviewed. It made the paper even more popular as guys wanted to know what was in it for them, but we didn’t publish their names. What fun would that be? We made it into a little game, and it made the articles even more popular. There were girls who came to college, who, like me, were virgins, and they didn’t think that they were worthy. They saw the pictures of me before my men, and after, they saw that there was a difference in me: one that had resulted, all due to them. Sometimes, we had dinners at Rich’s penthouse. All seven of us, there was no more jealously, or attitude as the guys all accepted that they were all equally important in my life. If anything, there was a mutual respect that ha

It was my last night in the trailer that I’d called home for far too long. I didn’t celebrate, not the way most kids my age would. There were no parties, no tearful goodbyes planned. Just me, on my own, the same as always. Nothing new really.I spent most nights at home like this. I fantasized about all the boys I’d meet when I finally made it to New York. During the day, I studied and worked my ass off, but at night, alone in my room, I let my fantasies run wild.I’d dream about sitting on a bench, the air cool and damp, the threat of snow just enough to make you want to curl up with your crush and cuddle as leaves fell around you. All the magic of autumn would combine as I made out with the all-star football hunk or even the all-star geek if there was such a thing. He’d snuggle up to me and whisper to me about how very much he wanted me.He wouldn’t want the hot cheerleader who managed to fuck the whole football team just to get a piece of the star player. He wouldn’t want the hot s

I’d been on the bus for way too long, and I was exhausted. The trip had taken almost 30 hours because of storms in several states, and I’d had to change buses in Chicago. That had been an adventure all on its own. I climbed down off the local bus I’d picked up at the bus station around lunchtime and forgot all about how exhausted I was.I wandered around like Alice in Wonderland for so long that by the time I did get to the dorm, I was barely able to make my feet move. I wanted nothing more than to make my bed, order a pizza, and pass out. But that would mean I’d continued my old habit of comfort eating.I hated it. It was never about eating out of hunger, but more to make me feel good, or to quench that sudden urge. It never really made me feel good though, because not only would I regret it every time I put on my pants and found out they were a little bit tighter, but the guilt of eating so much garbage would always weigh heavily on my mind.“Shit!” I yelped as I tried to open the d