Telling Tales

Telling Tales
Charlotte Stein

Written in lust.Allie has held a brightly burning torch for Wade since college. They were part of a writing group and everything about those days with him and their friends, Kitty and Cameron, fills her with longing. When their former Professor leaves them his rambling mansion in his will, it's a chance for them to reunite.But there's more than friendship bubbling beneath the surface. As secrets are revealed and relationships rekindled, the stories get dirtier and the stakes get higher. And now Allie's realized that she isn't quite sure who she wants: fun-loving Wade, or quiet, restrained Cameron. Neither has been honest about their feelings, but now they have the chance to act on all of the tales that ignite their most primal desires.

Telling Tales

CHARLOTTE STEIN

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Originally published in 2011 in the United Kingdom by Xcite Books.

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Copyright © Charlotte Stein 2011

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780008158309

Version: 2015-11-20

To the Terrifying Person of Great Importance, for making me believe I could be a writer.

Contents

Cover (#ub28e3db9-d38e-5f36-877c-36b4c7f0cc3f)

Title Page (#u70249223-335e-5f28-b9b9-890e88eb534f)

Copyright (#u30a467e9-58a2-54aa-9140-e61aec6229dc)

Dedication (#ud4b03d79-834c-5d0d-b9fd-c8c3eae8e8b8)

Chapter One (#u7bd0470e-cd17-55a3-8e43-0620362c3c16)

Chapter Two (#u2e9a3444-c6e0-5a61-a245-19c12ac88592)

Chapter Three (#u8df34e04-035d-594e-8f47-83374227be8f)

Chapter Four (#u852db0ce-7e8c-5f85-8887-9c99a261bda8)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#uc2e00eba-b24d-59e6-a210-7fe8b481c998)

In my head, I fucked him the first opportunity I got. I didn’t wait for some perfect time, some perfect place, some perfect convergence of events. I just kissed his sweet mouth right in the middle of him telling me something funny or ridiculous, like – peas are green because they ate too much spinach – and then when he couldn’t quite gather himself after something like that I took his hand and pushed it between my legs.

Or maybe in this dream scenario I could have taken my hand, and pushed it between his legs. I spent so many nights in college, thinking about how his cock would taste and feel. It doesn’t take much to shove my imagination into a slightly different sort of area – one where I unzipped his jeans and licked long and wet over the length of him, while he sat back and simply…let me.

That’s all we were missing, after all. Him letting me. I mean, it wasn’t as though I ever asked or tried to fuck him or any of that stuff, but it was always in my head. That I would make a move on him and he would knock me back, and then I’d lose that bubbling bright friendship between us forever.

Funny how I seem to have lost it anyway. I didn’t even try, and I’ve lost his friendship anyway. It’s been five years, for God’s sake. It’s been longer, according to Professor Warren’s letter, and for a moment I’m just so lost on a sea of trying to remember Wade Robinson’s face.

I’m lost, thinking about things that never happened – his mouth on mine in the back of Kitty’s old Ford Escort, fingers sliding slickly through my ever-ready cunt. How many girls did he do that with? Too many to fucking count, but never to me.