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University Crush
Entry 3 - And Charlie makes three
UNIVERSITY CRUSH
by Charlotte Kymberley
Imagine an alternative Bridget Jones. Now welcome to University Crush.
Leli Hetheridge is a college-based would-be uber-goddess flirting with life, lesbianism, shitty phone sex, worse drugs, 'sleep with your best friend' dilemnas and more.
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Delilah moves across the bed covers, not uncommon with the movements of a slinky cat. There's definitely something feline about her. She sits cross-legged on the bed sheets, using one of my pillows to prop up one of my many mirrors.
"This is the best, Lelia," she purrs.
She leans over the side of my bed and takes a packet of cocaine out, gently taps a load onto the mirror and begins to cut the drug into fine lines. I look at her and I think she's beautiful. I'm aching for her, and she's right here. Her foot taps my leg as we half sit half lie down listening to music.
"Oh fuck baby, this is strong." Delilah sighs as she pushes her hair from her head and takes a large snort. She passes the mirror to me, and I do the same. When I finish, I watch her sink into my bed.
"Come here," I say, and motion her towards me. She attempts a lazy movement.
"Come closer." She sighs and smiles at me, then shuffles along the bed and clambers in.
"Is it always going to be like this?" I ask her.
"Like what?" she murmurs, nuzzling my neck.
"Us." I say, as I spark up a joint. "Us being here, feeling good, loving life and living it up." I take a deep drag and slowly exhale. I always try to make smoke rings, but I always fail. The smoke tries to become circular, but ultimately dissolves into a mishmash of cloud.
"Leli," she says, turning towards me. I'm almost sure I'll hear what I need to, which is "Yes darling, forever and a day," but instead she stares intently into my eyes, like she's going to dive in, then snatches the joint and laughs. "Do you have to be so bloody serious?"
"Funny," I say, but my disdain doesn't last, as the charlie kicks into my bloodstream, pulsing through my heart and soul, and I guess, by the reaction of her lips against mine, that she didn't take me too seriously after all.
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About the author
Charlotte Kimberley has been to Uni and quit, has partied like it's going out of fashion, has had her hair every colour under the sun, and believes in bohemian life, love and happiness! As a freelance journalist she's been a celebrity columnist and an Instant Messenger sex therapist, as well as a sex columnist for MAXIM man's magazine. Like a duracell bunny or an Ann Summers rabbit, she just don't stop.Read her 'Babe's Bible' columnRead her serialisation of 'University Crush'Read the mooky advice column
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