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I know you're a gossip whore."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "A gossip slut, darling. Watch who you're calling a whore." He contemplated his saut__ed mushroom Caesar for a moment. "You know, Nate has a thing for you."


"Nate. Skinny goth-looking guy? Goes to Java Hut all the time? Gorgeous beyond all belief?"

"Oh, him. We've never spoken a word to each other. I didn't even know his name. How could he like me?"

Fitz pressed his palms on the table and looked hard at me. "Mel, you're a social princess around here. How could anyone not notice you?" He sat back. "He's definitely seen you around, heard you talking with other people. He definitely likes you."

I smiled and looked down at the crumbs on my plate. "Well, we'll just have to see about this," I said.


Over the next couple weeks, I paid extra attention to Nate. I did notice that he would check me out when he thought I wasn't looking. And I noticed that he often stayed within earshot when I was chatting with people. I made an effort to make eye contact with him whenever possible. Finally, he approached me.

"Melodie, right?" he asked.

"Actually, it's Melodie Singh," I said, my feeble attempt to be funny.

"Melodie Singh? That's your real name?" he asked. I nodded. "Wow, that's cool," he said. "You know, I'm a musician. With a name like that, you could be my muse." I blushed. He asked if I wanted to go on a walk with him, and I said yes.

We walked around the city for nearly two hours, getting to know each other. He told me about his music career. He had a studio that he'd built in his backyard. He was currently finishing up an album, most of which was about his ex-fianc__ who had left him at the beginning of the year. He looked at me with his gorgeous green eyes. I felt like I could talk to him about anything. I told him about my relationship with TJ, and how I wanted to get out of it. We discussed people we knew at The Java Hut. It turned out we had a lot of mutual friends. I let my eyes wander over his body, which was even more perfect close up. I wondered what it would feel like to have it thrusting and straining on top of me, and my nipples hardened under my t-shirt.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I asked Nate to excuse me for a second, and I answered it. It was none other than Fitz.

"Hey, I know a great party we can go to tonite. Where are you?"

"Downtown. Just walking around," I told him. "Well, get back to the Java Hut, and you can ride with me. Don't worry, TJ is nowhere to be found."

I hung up. "Nate, want to come to a party?" I asked. He said sure. We walked back to The Java Hut. Nate took my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and not as if we'd only first spoken a couple hours ago. I wanted that hand to touch other places on my body. I wanted it to rip off my clothes and feel me up. But I didn't want to rush things.

Nate saw us coming, and he grinned at our hand-holding. "Sure, he can come, too," he shouted.

We got into the backseat. Fitz climbed behind the wheel, and Brett, another friend of ours, got in the passenger seat. There was no talking, because Fitz liked his music very loud. Nate crawled across the seat and lay down with his head in my lap. I stroked his beautiful dark hair, and he gave me a contented smile. I wanted that mouth to suck on my aching tits, to ravage my needy pussy. Just being near him and touching him was making me wet. I had to remind myself that I hardly knew this guy. I wanted so badly to lean down and kiss him...but I promised myself right then that I wouldn't kiss him tonight.

When we reached the party, we saw cop cars out in front of the house. Uh oh, this wasn't good. Fitz told us to stay in the car while he went to see what was up. Nate sat up and looked around. "Hey, that's Danny!" he said. He got out of the car and jogged over to a guy standing in the yard, watching the cops load someone else into the back of a cruiser. He talked with the guy for a couple minutes. I saw him nodding. He came back to the car.

"Hey, I'm going to g