1. Meeting James Chapter Three


    Date: 2/22/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: Melanieatplay, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    passionate, it was perfect and exactly what I needed from him that morning. A little later, we were walking in the casino, towards the café we had eaten at the day before. James had his arm around me holding me tight against his side. We both had showered, because he proclaimed that I wasn’t allowed to be “stinky” around him, or when I was in public. He could be such a smart ass, but God, I loved his sense of humor. He could be so funny when he wanted to be, and without even trying. As we walked, and I looked at him beside me, I thought to myself that most guys my age just tried too hard. They either tried to be funny when they weren’t, or they told me whatever they thought I wanted to hear, in a desperate attempt to get me out of my panties. A guy my age would have told me that I smelled like a rose, even if it wasn’t true. Especially if it wasn’t true, like after a long run, like this morning. James was just himself, and he didn’t try to hide his emotions. Whether he was happy or mad, I knew it, and even though that irritated me sometimes, deep down, I appreciated that honesty. I had chosen a simple outfit for the day; a matching, white lace bra and thong, panty set, a short, faded blue denim jean skirt, a baby blue, lace top and white sandals. I went through James’ closet and picked out khaki shorts and a dark blue collared polo shirt for him to wear. I learned by going through his closet that he had impeccable taste in clothing, but he didn’t always pair them well and ...
    of course, I was more than happy to stick my nose in and help him with that. He always looked so handsome and I kept thinking over and over, how much I loved being with him. We were eating our meals and I was watching people walk through the casino outside the café, when James started to speak. “Melanie, we need to talk about a few things.” Oh no, I thought. When a guy starts out with that sentence, it’s usually not good. “Yes dear,” I said, smiling at him. “Tomorrow, after your classes, I need you to do a couple of things for me.” I gave him a puzzled look, “All right, what do you need me to do?” I said. “Here is my business card,” which he handed to me. “It has the address and phone number to my LA office. When you get out of class, I need you to fax me statements for all of your credit cards and the balances of your student loans.” My jaw dropped open in stunned silence when I realized the reason behind this request. “I also need you to go to the main office at UNLV and have the clerk put my business address on your account. Once your grants and scholarships have been applied, I want you to have them bill me for the remaining balance each semester.” “James, I don’t know how to react to all this,” I said quietly, as I tucked the card into the front pocket of my jean skirt. “There are some conditions, Melanie.” I looked into his eyes, hanging on his every word. “The first condition is that your GPA does not drop. I’m investing in your future. You have so much talent and ...
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