Girlfriends (Patrick Sanchez) Read Online Free PDF

Peter, with light brown skin, and extremely short, curly black hair.
    “No, but I have some wine. Interested?” Peter asked.
    “Sure.”
    Peter went into the kitchen and got some wine out of the fridge. He ripped off the $5.99 label, unscrewed the cap, and took it to the sofa. Cheryl had found a rerun of I Love Lucy on cable and was laughing hysterically. “God, I can watch them over and over again and they still make me laugh. Isn’t it weird how Ricky always calls Lucy a crazy redhead when her hair looks blond on TV? Guess red just doesn’t show up on black and white, huh?”
    Peter gave her the same look he always did when she said stuff like that. Cheryl took it to mean aren’t you just a cutie pie. What the look really said was what a fucking box of rocks. Don’t speak, honey, just sit there and look pretty.
    It wasn’t that Cheryl was stupid. She was actually quite intelligent and pretty successful, in her career anyway. She just had this habit of saying whatever came to her mind, regardless of how it sounded. Sometimes Peter found it charming, and sometimes it got on his nerves. He really was fond of Cheryl, and they had a good time together, but there wasn’t any real chemistry between them, at least not beyond the strong sexual attraction. There was so much he liked about her—she was pretty, fun, and quite a chef. She was always taking some sort of cooking class or watching the Food Network to pick up new culinary skills. She whipped up some pretty impressive creations for Peter from time to time. It was a wonder she managed to stay so thin when she was such an excellent cook.
    As Peter sat down next to Cheryl, he thought about how tired he was of their routine. They had to sit and watch television for a while, or sometimes a whole movie before the action got started. This way it didn’t appear that they were just meeting for sex. He guessed it allowed her to save face.
    Peter sat on the sofa next to Cheryl. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, and Cheryl laid her head on his chest. He was surprised when she softly kissed his chest and slid her cheek along the stubble coming from between his nipples, letting it lightly scratch her face. Peter was usually the one who made the first move. After all, she was supposedly over there only to talk.
    “Aren’t we forward this evening?” Peter said. She had caught him somewhat off guard.
    “Sorry. I see you got your chest waxed again. You’re turning into a regular muscle head.”
    “Yeah, I need to do it again. Get rid of this stubble.”
    “I kinda like it.”
    She began licking his chest with her tongue, running her tongue along his cut pecs and occasionally sucking on his nipples, trying to get them hard, so she could nibble on them. She knew this was his weakness and drove him crazy. It did, in fact, drive him crazy, but not the way Cheryl thought it did. He was usually wincing from the pain and wishing she would cut it out. But he didn’t feel comfortable telling her this. She might think he wasn’t man enough to take a little pain. Cheryl continued to follow the prickly hairs down to his navel and eventually slid her tongue under the elastic in his shorts, where the hair immediately thickened. With that, Peter quickly removed the shorts and lay back in position.

Obligations
    I t was after midnight, and having had quite a bit to drink at Penelope’s wedding, Shirley was exhausted. After Gina dropped her off, she settled in front of the TV for the rest of the day and was just about to get in bed when her pager went off. She checked the number. Delighted to see it was from Collin (she hadn’t heard from him in over a week), she picked up the phone to return his page.
    When she first met him at the restaurant where she worked nearly a year earlier, she knew he was bad news. She spotted the wedding band right away but wondered why he was dining alone on a Friday night. A nice smile during his drink order, a little body contact while she was