Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... that's cold."

"Hey," I said, in unenthusiastic defense.

We sat in silence for a minute. Kristen finally started on her entrée. I picked at mine.

"What should I do?"

Kristen looked up at me. She took the time to swallow, and even dab a napkin at her lips. "I don't know. I've never cheated on anyone before."

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Monday morning, after a painfully lonely weekend, I waited on my bed, fingers twining nervously on my lap. Normally Heather would have knocked on my door by now, or just barged in. But at five past the hour, I was losing hope.

I slumped off my bed and grabbed my book bag off the ever growing pile of dirty laundry. I opened the door to find a girl I didn't know on the other side. She had that slightly befuddled freshman look. Her knuckles were raised, about to knock. At least, I was pretty sure she was about to knock. I shifted my grip on my book bag just in case Heather had sent one of the pledges to assassinate me.

"Oh, Miss Mel!" squeaked the girl, and I noticed she was touting two backpacks, one over each shoulder. Even compared to me she was a slight thing, and one of the bags looked stuffed particularly heavy. She shrugged it off with obvious relief. It was Heather's backpack.

I managed not to roll my eyes. The sorority pledges had to run around calling the girls 'Sister', and for some reason that seemed to afford me an awkward honorific just due to my general proximity with Heather. "Yeah, hi. What's up with this?" I took Heather's ...

... bag as it was offered to me. It felt like it contained every book she owned. Or maybe a bomb.

"Sister Heather told me to give you this."

"Uh, okay." I looked at the girl, waiting for some sort of explanation, or even an instruction. She stared back at me, much the same. "Does she want me to donate to the library, or what?"

Heather's errand girl snapped a glance back down the dorm hall, like maybe now that she was free of the extra weight she could just run. "I'm sorry. Sister Heather said to bring it to you."

"Nothing else?"

She took a half step back, looking frightened. "I'm sorry."

"Well, thanks, I guess," I retreated into my room, dragging Heather's heavy backpack by its strap. The strap held, barely.

Eventually, not knowing what else to do, I headed to class. It was quite the trek carrying two backpacks, made all the more difficult by the vast discrepancy in their weight. I felt like I was constantly on the verge of toppling over. Probably because I was.

I made it to Professor Cole's lecture only five minutes late. It felt like everyone was staring at me as I wrestled my double load into Heather and my usual seats. But it was just a feeling.

Without Heather to whisper with, the lecture was impossible. Just to pass the time I opened my binder to take some notes. Heather's backpack sat in her chair, judging me. And then, I understood the nature of my punishment.

Trying not to sigh too loudly, I fished out Heather's binder. As an added insult, the ...