Love is a Place Ch. 01: The Puzzle - Sex Stories

Love is a Place Ch. 01: The Puzzle

... central stairwell took up the rest of the floor space.

Samantha didn't try to follow the others' conversation; it was too fast and she didn't know the people that they were referring to. In any case she needed to concentrate on her movements to ensure she didn't spill anything on herself.

Samantha was musing over the implications of the recent advances in Mitochondrial Aminoacyl translation and how it related to the content of Dr Summers' lecture, when she became aware of Lydia leaning over and speaking to her.

"Samantha. Samantha? This is delicious. Thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome."

"Yes it's great, Samantha," Keith added. "What's in it?"

Samantha thought for a moment and wondered how much detail she needed to go into. She suspected that Keith wasn't asking about the ingredients of the stock cube she had used, which was good as she couldn't remember, but she could remember the other components.

"It has 1 onion, 2 garlic cloves, 2 dried chillies, two tablespoons of balsamic vinegar, 12 dried apricots, 6 mushrooms, 1 red bell paper, 500 grams of puy lentils, 1.5 litres of vegetable stock, salt, pepper and thyme."

"Wow," laughed Tristan, "that's an epic amount of detail. Do you know all the capital cities of the world and the prime numbers up to 6,404 as well, Samantha?"

"Mate, that's not funny," Keith said.

"6,404 isn't a prime number as it is divisible by 2 and 4," Samantha explained, but strangely this seemed to make Tristan's urine scented ...

... laugh even louder. Samatha felt her chest beginning to fold. She put down her bowl so that she could cover her ears, then she felt Lydia move next to her and put her hand on her arm.

"Oh my God! You've got your own Christopher," Tristan was laughing, "is she gonna start groaning on the floor?"

"That's it, you, like, need to leave now," Amanda was on her feet, taking Tristan's bowl from him and pointing to the door.

"You what?"

This was confusing to Samantha, but suddenly Keith was also on his feet, holding the door open. "You heard." His voice smelled like a stick, woody and earthy.

"What? Are you serious? It was just a joke?"

"That, like, wasn't funny. You've hurt Samantha's feelings. You need to leave." Amanda had moved to Samantha's side too and was sitting next to her, her hand on her leg. Samantha didn't know how to feel; there were good and bad smelling sounds at the same time and her chest was flexing back and forth.

"Oh my God, you're actually serious!"

"Yes, she is." Keith was talking.

"Samantha is our friend and we don't appreciate you making fun of her. You need to leave. You're good looking but, like, I've just realised you're also a bit of a twat. Please don't call me," Amanda snarled from Samantha's side. She sounded like a dog growling but strangely, although Samantha was normally terrified of dogs, this smelled safe.

Tristan looked at them all, made an inarticulate noise that Samantha thought she might categorise as a snort or ...