Page 16 of Single Girl Rules #BFF

“But it would really help.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“Chastity!”

I laughed. “Fine. Just make sure you get around the corner so they don’t see me sneak out. Go get ‘em, Chastity #2.”

“Don’t call me that.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ll see you in half an hour.”

“Make sure you keep your head down,” I reminded her as I opened the door and shoved her out into the hall.

“Hey!” yelled Teddybear. “Stop!”

As soon as their footsteps faded into the distance, I grabbed my umbrella, opened the door, and slipped out.

Phase 1 was complete. And if I do say so myself, it was executed perfectly. All thanks to the Single Girl Rules telling me about the sexy twins gambit. I hated to think about how much of a basic bitch I was before I found those glorious rules.

If phase 2 went as well, my bodyguards would soon be a distant, sexy memory.

Chapter 4 - Road Head

Friday - Sept 6, 2013

Thunder rumbled and I shivered.

For the first time since coming onto campus, I kind of wish my bodyguards were with me. It was a little creepy to be walking alone at night without protection. But…this was for Ash. Sacrifices had to be made for besties. Single Girl Rule #1: Boys are replaceable. Friends are forever. And I was going to take that very literally. Goodbye you naughty little stalker boys.

I made it about half a block before I heard my bodyguards yelling behind me. Or, more accurately, my bodyguard. Singular. Teddybear was screaming bloody murder, but Ghost was as quiet as ever.

Damn it, Ash! How had she only distracted them for like 2 minutes? Had she not even pulled her tits out? I’d have to have a little chat with her about that. But first I had to lose my guards.

Ditching my amazing shoes was not an option. So I did the only rational thing - I ran out into oncoming traffic and put my hand out in the universal “stop” signal.

The driver obeyed, but just barely in time. He laid on his horn as the car skidded to a stop with only a few feet to spare.

“Dude, what the hell?” I said as I shook out my umbrella and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. “You almost hit me.”

He stared at me. He might have said something, but I was too distracted by his handsome face. And his forearms. And that cologne. Most guys on campus smelled like cheap beer, but he smelled like fresh grass and sawdust.

“402 West Main Street, please,” I said.

“What?”

“402 West Main Street. And step on it. I’m in a hurry.” I showed him the map on my phone in case he was deaf or something. We didn’t have time to screw around. My bodyguards would be on us in a second.

“Right, I heard you. But this isn’t an Uber. You can’t just get in and expect me to drive you across campus.”

“Of course I can.”

“No, you…” He stopped short as I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. “What are you…fuck,” he hissed as I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth.

“Go,” I moaned around his length.

He immediately hit the gas.

Good boy.

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