The Betrayal - Sex Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women) by E.M. Flemming Page A

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think of other things that I wanted sliding down my throat. The summer always
got to me; it always made me hot and bothered. I mean, we were both “single,”
and it didn’t hurt to wonder about men; it didn’t hurt to imagine them. It
didn’t hurt to imagine that perfect man standing right there in front of me.
    “So, it’s almost your birthday,” I said, creasing my lips
into a straight line as I imagined what the night would entail.
    “I know, please don’t remind me,” Hallie said in a lull. Her
giant dark sunglasses shielded her from the glaring sun that was scorching the
city.
    “Why not? You only turn 25 once. We have to do something big
for your birthday this year. We have to do something special.”
    “Special? Come on, you know we don’t have the time or the
money for that. We’re both barely getting by.”
    It was true. We were both starving students, so-to-speak. We
were both struggling to finish school and get paying jobs at topnotch law firms.
And, because of the workload, it was nearly impossible to balance a part-time
job with school.
    “I know,” I said, “but we’re still going out though, right? ”
    “Of course we’re going out. I mean, we can’t jet off to some
exotic destination or anything, but we can stay within the city limits.” She
pursed her lips as she sucked the iced tea through a straw, accentuating the
single, solitary mole located just above her right-upper lip.
    Entrenched in conversation, we didn’t notice the waiter
appear before us. He was someone we had met a couple years back. John was also
in graduate school, but somehow he’d miraculously managed a way to balance a
part-time job with his studies.
    “Hey guys,” he said.
    “Hi John,” we both said.
    “Happy birthday,” he added. “I brought you a little
something on the house.”
    He set down a small dessert cake that looked like an
oversized brownie. He had taken the liberty to place a single candle that was
lit on top of it, and had the chef write Happy
Birth Hallie in white icing. Then, a few of the other staff members showed
up behind him, and sang a strange rendition of the happy birthday song. Being a
law student, I knew that restaurants couldn’t sing the actual happy birthday
song unless they paid a royalty to the song’s writer. Otherwise, they could
face a potential civil suit.
    Hallie blew out her candle and smiled from ear to ear. After
being best friends for two years now, and rooming together the past four
semesters, we pretty much knew each other inside and out. And that’s the great
thing about having a best friend like that – you get to know each other’s
quirks, their habits, and everything else. You come to appreciate and accept
them for whom they are. I guess I never had that before. I never had someone
who I could turn to that I could call my best friend, and share my deepest
darkest secrets and desires with. It was a good feeling. It made New York feel
even more like home.
    But even though we both lived together and enjoyed being
close friends, it was clear we both wanted more. I mean, who didn’t? Who didn’t
want a man to come into their lives and sweep them off their feet? It was clear
that it’s what we both wanted. We just weren’t sure if it ever was going to
happen. It was more like disappointment after disappointment for us. We
couldn’t seem to catch a break, so we just threw all of our focus into our
studies. We figured we could at least become young and successful in our own
right, and not have to rely on some man. But in all honesty, we did want to
rely on a man; we did want to be pampered. Who didn’t want to be treated like
that?
    “So, how does it feel to be a year older?” I asked.
    “You know, the same,” she said. “Your birthday isn’t too far
off either miss.” She smiled at me as she took a small bite of the cake. We
both jammed our forks into the dessert, as the warm chocolate that was baked
inside, oozed out onto the plate.
    “Oh my, God,