Double Pleasure: Alpha Male Taboo Forbidden Romance by Heidi Hunter Read Free Book Online Page A

that had come in the mail the other day. It was big enough to fit a computer system. As I walked over, she pulled pieces of the costume out.
    “Here, put this on,” she said, handing me what looked like a white sheet.
    I turned it over and over, trying to figure out how the hell to get it on. Part of it was black and red – like the tip of a joint. It all clicked in my brain, and I pulled it over my head, sticking my arms through the hole. When I held my arms to my sides, I sorta looked like a joint with the cherry at the top of my head. Two small holes in the sheet allowed me to see – kinda.
    “How is this sexy?” I asked.
    “What college guy isn’t going to find a lit joint with long, silky legs sexy?”
    “I don’t understand.”
    She came at me with a pair of scissors in her hands and a wicked grin on her face. Before I could stop her, she’d cut the bottom half of the costume off well above my knees.
    “Amy!”
    “Lookin’ good, hot mama,” she said then started to strip off her clothes in front of me.
    I turned around and walked toward the door.
    “Where you going, prude?” she called.
    “We’ve had this conversation before, Amy.”
    “I know. I’m sorry. My parents were hippies. Naked doesn’t mean anything to me. I forget you’re so uptight sometimes.”
    “Not that uptight,” I protested as I stopped at her bedroom door and waited for her to give me the okay to turn around and see her costume.
    Mine is going to be great to hide all my nasty fat, I told myself, always looking for the positive of a situation, even if it was a stretch. All my friends, Amy included, told me my weight wasn’t a problem, but they were all lying. I was certain. Once I graduated, I planned on getting shape post haste. I didn’t have the time with studying for classes and having any sort of social life in college.
    “Turn around and be prepared to be amazed, bitch,” Amy said.
    When I saw her at first, I thought she was actually another person. Her natural beauty was enhanced by a push-up bra and an outfit with enough material to make a handkerchief for a normal person. So much of her skin showed, I was sure she would be picked up for indecent exposure before we made it even the few blocks to the party. Still, I nodded my head and smiled.
    “Looking good.” I paused, then added, “You bitch,” a little too late.
    “That phrase is not for you. We’ve talked about that, Carissa.”
    “You’re right. It always sounds weird when I say it.”
    “Anyway, what do you think?”
    “It’s really sexy.”
    “That’s the point. I’m sexy cupid. So sexy other people start doing it when the see me.”
    “I doubt that’s going to happen,” I said, walking back over to her.
    “How do you know? Maybe it’s that type of party.”
    She winked, making a big production out of it. I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.
    “Let’s drink, bitch,” she said.
    After she walked out of her bedroom, I followed. Downstairs, we went into our cozy kitchen. It had just enough room for a small table to seat two. Most of the time we ate in other rooms because it was so awkward. What we’d realized was that it made a great drinking spot for a pre-party. If it was comfortable, we might just keep drinking and never leave to the party.
    “We’ll have a few drinks then go,” Amy said.
    She got a bottle of Jägermeister and two shot glasses and set them on the table. I sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, knowing I’d be so sore in five or ten minutes, I’d get up and we’d go to the party. Amy sat down next to me. After pouring each of us a shot, we raised the drinks into the air and clinked the glass together before downing the liquid fire.
    “The problem,” I said as I slammed the shot glass on the table top. “Is all the men on campus are pricks, dicks, jocks or cocks.”
    Amy giggled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
    “It is bad. I want a real man.”
    “College isn’t for real men. It’s