Page 2 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

I laughed. “But we’re naked.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But my friend does. How about you go wait by my room?”

“I’d rather come join.”

Damn it! I should have known that telling him I was with a friend wouldn’t get him to go away. He’d been begging me for a threesome all summer. But there was no way he was ready for that. He could barely please me, much less me and a friend. How embarrassing would that be for me if he couldn’t get my friend off?

Teddybear, on the other hand…he could definitely handle a threesome.

Maybe he’d get one tonight.

Would Ash like that? I wasn’t sure. But I had all day to figure it out.

“We’re actually all done.” As much as I hated to make Teddybear stop, I couldn’t let him continue. Because I would definitely scream when I came. And then Chad would try to break in. And then they’d fight and it would be a whole thing. So I reluctantly pushed Teddybear’s head back and pressed my finger to my lips. “Stay here until we’re gone,” I whispered. Then I grabbed my towel off the back of the door and slid out.

Chad was waiting in the bathroom with a big grin on his face.

“Come with me.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to my dorm room.

Ash was off at her 8 a.m. class, so Chad and I had the room all to ourselves. Well…almost.

Ghost was waiting in the room with a delicious stack of banana pancakes, fresh from a local diner.

He bowed and handed me my utensils.

“Thank you, Ghostie,” I said. “You’re dismissed.” I booped him on the nose and he walked out the door.

“Wow,” said Chad. “You’ve really got Ghost trained well. I do not remember him being that agreeable.”

“He and I came to an understanding. Anyway…what brings you here?”

“You.”

Of course. I couldn’t help but smile. “Missed me?”

“So much.”

“Or did you just miss these?” I lowered my towel just enough for him to see my tits.

His eyes got a little bigger. “You know I missed those too.”

I pulled my towel back up. “How’s Harvard?”

“Amazing. My roommate is the son of a senator. And the guy down the hall drives a Lambo around campus. They think they have an in for some of the final clubs. Those are like the better, cooler Harvard versions of fraternities. And they’re super secretive.”

I stared at him. Did he think I was dumb or something? I knew what final clubs

were. But it didn’t hurt to stroke his ego a little. “Oooh. Secret clubs? Maybe I’ll come visit when you get in and we can go to some secret parties. Want some pancakes?” I gestured to the plate that Ghost had left for me. I didn’t really want to share, but it was only polite.

“I ate on the way here.” He eyed me skeptically.

“Suit yourself.” I stuffed a bite into my mouth. “Mmm. Delicious, pankcakey goodness.”

“I thought you didn’t eat carbs.”

“That was the old me. The me before I broadened my horizons at this lovely institution. Now I have a theory that bread and meat go straight to my tits. What do you think?” I lowered my towel for him again.

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