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

Love is a Place Ch. 01: The Puzzle

... email me again next week, or earlier if the situation changes. I am more than happy to advise you on this.

-Thank you Dr Alison.

-You're welcome. Take care of yourself Samantha.

- I will.

Samantha ended the call and went to stir the lentils before returning to her reading.

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After finishing her notes on the third essay, Samantha became aware of voices in her flat. The clock on her laptop read 6:12, so she deduced that some of her other flatmates had returned. Sarah was working at the Lounge that evening and wouldn't be back until later.

Leaving her room and entering the small sitting room that was also the entrance to their 4 bedroom flat, Samantha found Amanda, and a curly haired man she didn't know sitting in the arm chairs, with Lydia and her boyfriend Keith squished together on the sofa. They were drinking out of mugs. It smelled like tea.

They were all talking loudly so she waited, just outside the door to the bathroom, watching them until they noticed her.

"Hi Samantha," Amanda said.

"Hello Amanda. Hello Lydia. Hello Keith." She then looked expectantly at the unknown man. She liked to know who people were straightaway.

"Samantha, this is Tristan. I told you about him if you remember? Tristan, this is Samantha."

"Yes, I do remember." She recalled that Amanda had told them all that she'd met him at a party last week and he studied Politics.

"Hi Sammy. Nice to meet you."

"It's Samantha."

"Okaaaaaaaaaay." He rolled his eyes. ...

... Samantha didn't like his voice, it smelled sour. She decided to ignore him if she could. She decided to address Lydia and Amanda.

"I made some spicy lentils. I am also going to cook some mashed potatoes to go with them. There are muffins for dessert, but I want to save 3 for Sarah. Would you like to eat?"

"Oh wow! So you got a live-in chef! I want one!" Tristan laughed. Samantha didn't like the laughter and she moved through the archway to the small kitchen space that was next to the bathroom. She turned to find that Amanda had followed her.

"Like, sorry about him," she whispered as she touched Samantha's arm lightly, "would you like me to ask him to leave?"

"Do you want him to leave Amanda?"

"No."

"Then no, I will be okay. Do you want to eat?"

"Yes please.... But, like, you know that you don't have to cook for us Samantha?"

"I know."

"Well, good then. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After cooking the meal, Samantha decided to remain with the others to eat. She didn't like eating in her room as it made the room smell. There was no table, so they all ate with big, wide bowls on their laps. As the seats were all taken, Samantha sat on the step that dropped down from the kitchen into the sitting area. It didn't really classify as a sitting room, she thought, being far too small, more of a glorified corridor, connecting the rear side of the flat, with kitchen, bathroom and the room she shared with Sarah, to the front three the other girls had. The ...