A Feral Affair

Chapter 1

Feral Affair Chapter 1

Marissa sighed and sipped the warm French vanilla cappuccino in her hand while focusing her body on relaxing. The warmth of the beverage traveled down her throat and radiated out to warm her entire body. A jolt of energy came with the warmth that she gladly welcomed.

She had spent the better part of yesterday and last night with a "friend."

"Just friends," she told herself, shuddering on the word and suddenly losing the warmth she had gained from her drink. The memory sent pleasurable chills down her spine but left her feeling cold and unattached. But that's what the moment was; just raw, untamed sex and nothing more.

He was, after all, just a friend.

A friend you were damn willing to be bred by.

A friend was probably pushing it as well. She barely knew him. He was more of an acquaintance. Until a few weeks ago, Marissa didn't even know he existed.

"Marissa Coldwell, if you sigh one more time, I'm going to hurt you."

"I'm doing that plenty on my own," and again, she sighed.

"You're so melodramatic. It's not that serious. So, you had sex. Big deal. It's not the end of the world." Sehjada Thomas, her best friend, chided.

Jada was a sun-kissed fireball standing at 5'3 and three quarters. The quarters counted. It made her feel somewhat taller. She was the complete opposite of Marissa whose skin was a smooth milk chocolate color and towered over her at 5'11. Where Jada's hair was loose, golden and red curls, Marissa's was thick and dark.

"Do you regret it?"

Marissa scoffed. "No. It's the concept of the situation. I'm probably some cheap whore to him now."

"HE PAID YOU?" Jada was on her feet, and as per usual, attracting attention.

"Will you sit down?" Marissa whispered, cautiously eyeing the nosy audience. "No, he didn't."

Sehjada stared at her accusingly before settling into her chair. "Hm. Well, are you going to see him again?" She inquired while combing through her hair with her fingers.

Good question. While their moment had been mind-blowing, and she would love to meet with him again, she didn't think it would be a good idea. It would just be sex, and sex, and more sex, and frankly She wasn't interested in a sex buddy.

"No. I'm done with Jamoy."

Sehjada grimaced lightly and Marissa knew why. She was saying the words, but Sehjada didn't believe them.

Honestly, neither did she.

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Marissa could not be any more anxious to get out of this course. Her feet were tapping the ground repeatedly, and while she did try many times to cease the motion, she found it impossible to keep still. She could still feel the eyes focusing on her back and it made the hairs on her neck stand to attention.

Come on, 3:15 where are you? She thought, staring at the clock that seemed to find enjoyment in passing time in the most agonizingly slow manner. If she didn't know any better, she swore the minute hand stopped moving.

The time didn't really matter anyway. Her college professor was one of those teachers that thought it was okay to give assignments or explain something important at the very last minute of class. It was his sick way of making sure students stuck around down to the last second.

He wasn't going to catch her today though. There was nothing he could say that would make her stay.

"Now about that test on Friday."