TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "CUP"

 

Good day! This week we have more of "Someone Like You". It's a bit spicier than usual, so be 

forewarned. Nothing too explicit, just suggestive. I hope you like it. Please leave a comment, I love 

comments! 

Don't forget to make the rounds. Find the wonderful stories of the other Tuesday Tales writers HERE! 

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Her mind zeroed in on Mark Garrett. She wondered what he looked like naked. Was he hairy or smooth, muscular or scrawny? She giggled to herself that the stereotype of a professor was brainy not brawny. She liked that he was smart, but brawny men in movies and on television captured her more erotic fantasies.

If she was really going to do this, she needed a place of her own. The picture of trying to sneak Mark Garrett into her bedroom with her father snoring down the hall made her laugh out loud. That would never do. If she would have an intimate relationship with the professor, it would have to be in a private place – her place, not his. She’d never be comfortable on foreign ground.

Where could she find an apartment before the dance? The school Facebook page, or the local newspaper’s website. She’d get busy tomorrow searching for just the right place. No way could she furnish a whole apartment in such a short time. Maybe she could find a sublet? Some professors go on sabbatical and travel abroad. She’d seen ads for those. That would perfect.

Comfortable she’d solved that problem, she closed her eyes and imagined what his long, slender fingers

 would feel like cupping her in private places. She sighed and let sleep overtake her, shepherding her 

into erotic dreams.

That's all for this week. Thanks for stopping by. 

TUESDAY TALES - MACHINE

 Howdy do and welcome! This week we're writing our stories to the word prompt "machine." I have more of my story that didn't have a name, but now does. It's titled, "Someone Like You." When you'r'e done, bop on over to read the other authors' stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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Charlie stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a terry robe. The house was chilly. She turned up the heat.

“It’s freezing in here,” she said.

“Don’t be wasting heat,” Tom said, washing dishes.

“I contribute to this house and I’m not going to be freezing my backside off because you’re cheap,” she said. She cranked the machine up another two degrees just for spite.

Tom continued on in silence. She knew he was pissed. Charlie went to her room and shut the door. She’d been living here too long. Desire for her own place grew every year she stayed. Her phone rang.

“Hi, Corey. What’s up.”

“My miracle worker bride pulled it off.”

“Pulled what off?” Charlie asked.

“She got Professor Garrett to agree to chaperone.”

Silence. Charlie plopped down, cross-legged on her bed.

“You there?” Corey asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Just surprised.”

Corey laughed. “Now you gotta go.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Aw, come on! You’re gonna get me in trouble. And poor Mark Garrett is going to be disappointed because the coolest girl isn’t going to be there.”

“Good try, Corey,” she said, supressing a laugh.

“Come on, Charlotte. Don’t you want a chance to meet him when you’re looking like a girl?”

She bit her lip. With his usual perception, Corey had hit the nail on the head. That’s exactly what she wanted, what she’d prayed for. Now that it was possible, could she handle it?

“I don’t have anything to wear,” she said, embarrassed at how lame it sounded.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Kitty will take you shopping. I’ll give you the money! It’s time you stopped hiding behind Charlie,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go.”  She chewed her lip.

“You won’t regret it.”

“Thanks, Corey,” she said.

“Goodnight,” he said and was off.

Why couldn’t more men be like Corey? Would she find out what Mark Garrett was really like? And would she regret it? She slipped a flannel nightgown over her head and crawled into bed. The book she’d been reading, House of Mirth by Edith Wharton didn’t capture her interest. She put the book down and doused the light.

Lying in the dark, Charlotte let dreams of love, independence, and sex breeze through her mind. If she was going to put Charlotte on display, she’d better be ready. As she lay sleepless in the chilly room, she pulled up the comforter to her chin.

That's all. Thanks for stopping by.