Author's note: 10 months is way too long to wait between chapters, but--Like Kay--I work two jobs to keep the bills paid, so I don't have as much time as I'd like for writing. Plus, this chapter has turned out to be unusually long and difficult to write as it is basically a story unto itself.
This chapter is narrated by Melissa. As much as Kay and I begged her, she couldn't stop herself from revealing the ending of this saga. If you want the ending to be a surprise, I suggest you skip this one as this is a flashback and does not advance the main plot of the story. Or at least stop before the final paragraph. However, this also can be a stand-alone story, although if you haven't read the first two chapters, you may miss some references.
This is a bit of a departure for me as a writer because I usually like putting the sex at the end with maybe an epilogue afterward. But in this case, the structure of this chapter required that I put the sex scene only about 3/4 of the way in, with more story following.
A couple of characters from my story "An Unexpected Friendship" are briefly mentioned. See if you can spot them.
Disclaimer: In college, I was a liberal arts major and avoided Greek life as much as I could. I know very little of what it takes to be a business major or what goes on in a sorority house as I have no first-hand experience of either, so please forgive me if I've messed up some details.
Standard disclaimer: All explicit sexual activity described in this story is between consenting adults 18 and over.
Enjoy!
Hey, guys! This is Melissa. By now, you should have read the first two chapters where Kay told the story of how we spent our first night together. She's going to write the rest of our story, but she wanted me to write this chapter because she says it's not her part to tell. It's about my first serious girlfriend in college and how that relationship affected every relationship since then, including with Kay.
But first, let me quickly tell you another story about the one who got away. I promise, this also has a bearing on our relationship:
On my 21
st
birthday, I went out to a club with some friends to celebrate. Almost as soon as I stepped in, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life was staring at me with undisguised desire, even though she was dancing with a guy who looked like Adrian Grenier from "Entourage." She was a few years older than me--probably mid-to-late twenties--and had alabaster skin and this luscious curly light-brown hair that went down all the way to her perfect Beyonce-shaped ass in a pair of skin-tight jeans. I couldn't tell if her eyes were blue, green or gray, but they were mesmerizing. She was wearing a very snug beige wife-beater that showed off her magnificent D-cup breasts and made it look like she might be topless in the dim light (except that her nipples and cleavage weren't visible).
I was single at the time, and never one to shy away from hooking up with an attractive female who showed an interest in me. So, when the guy she was with headed for the restroom, I approached her and asked her if she wanted to buy me a drink. And that's when things went sideways. She said she was really flattered. And yes, she was very attracted to me, but she was here with a guy, and she was going home with him. And besides, now that she had a good look at me up close, she was certain I was too young to be in the club and she didn't buy drinks for minors, and I should call her when I was out of high school.
I have never been more embarrassed in my life to be shot down like that. But for the next 15 years, my go-to masturbation fantasy was to imagine what it would have been like if I had managed to come home with her.
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Anyhow, back to the main point of this chapter, my relationship with Layla.
I started my freshman year of college in the early 2000's, and at the time I was seeing a guy named Chad. We were very much in love, or so we both thought. On my 18
th
birthday, he gave me a promise ring. Two months later, on his 18
th
birthday, I gave him my virginity. However, the relationship was not without its problems. I truly loved him, but there had been a moment of infidelity on my part during my senior year in high school (more details about that later). Another problem we had was that we were attending separate colleges. My parents would only pay if I attended this school that was close to home, whereas he had taken an opportunity to study at an elite institution on the East coast.
I was pledging to a sorority as a legacy and once I got in, I would be living in the sorority house as per my mother's wishes, but for now I was living in an off-campus apartment. Even though my mother's eventual career was modelling, she went to the same private college that I was now attending, but for very different purposes. She enrolled looking to snag a husband from a well-to-do family and was hoping I would be doing the same. However, I had enrolled here because they had challenging business courses that I knew I would have to take if I ever wanted to achieve my dream of taking over my dad's car dealership. Already I was making headway on that front. In high school, I had convinced Dad that he couldn't continue to only sell Oldsmobiles and Pontiacs as they weren't much in demand anymore, and by the start of this new model year he was also selling Hondas and Acuras.
I loved all my business courses, but my major required that I take advanced math. My interests were more with business strategies and analyzing market trends rather than abstract numbers and figures. My intention was--if I were ever to take over my dad's business--to have bookkeepers and accountants go over the numbers and details. Math beyond basic arithmetic was never my strong suit. But there was this one student in my calculus class--her name was Layla Ramos--who seemed to have a gift for this stuff, so I decided I would ask her for help. Little did I know that this decision would have consequences beyond this one class and would affect the rest of my life.
Layla was petite, standing 4'11" in bare feet and weighing less than a hundred pounds. Her straight black hair was in a bowl cut that just covered the tops of her ears. I never saw her wearing makeup and her go-to wardrobe was a loose t-shirt with baggy jeans and tennis shoes. Although her last name was Ramos, she looked to be of East Asian descent with narrow eyes and a small flat nose. I soon learned that it was because she was a third-generation Filipina American, not Latina. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was a teenage boy by looking at her. But when she spoke, it was with a distinctly grown-up feminine voice that gave me butterflies in my stomach. I was deeply attracted to her, but there could never be anything between us. I was in love with Chad, and I was determined never to cheat on him again.
Still, I needed this girl's help in order to pass this class. And so, two weeks into the semester, I approached her after calculus class. "Hey! Layla, right?"
"Um..., hi."
She was blushing. Was she attracted to me too, or was she just shy? "Okay..., uh..., my name's Melissa. I've seen you in class, and I think I need your help. You see, I'm not good at calculus, and I really need to pass with at least a B, or I won't be eligible for the MBA program once I graduate."
"Uh,..."
"Look, if you want me to pay you, I will. Just tell me what you think is a fair rate, and I can get it from my parents to you."
