Fearless Curves by D. H. Cameron Read Free Book Online Page A

spot. Trudy was a school teacher and my roommate in college for a couple of semesters. She was a perky red head with thick glasses, freckles and a plump, round body. She was also always swimming in men for some reason.
    Trudy had always managed to make guys forget she wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room with her personality. She was flirty, a bit wild and not ashamed of telling a guy what she wanted or what she could do for him. Most importantly, she wasn’t afraid to actually do it either. She wasn’t ugly but she wasn’t a “10” either. That never stopped her though. I marveled at her ability to attract men and wished sometimes I had her confidence. I was usually, the previous night notwithstanding, a wallflower.
    “So what’s been going on?” Trudy asked me after we caught our breath. I didn’t ask her to go with me to dish about my night with Jack. I pretended I wanted to forget him so I avoided all mention of him.
    “This and that. Work, home, same ‘ol same ‘ol,” I told her vaguely. She nodded.
    “Yeah, same here. Nothing too exciting,” she told me and then after a moment asked, “So what’s the matter?”
    “Huh? Nothing’s the matter. Why?” I replied though I wondered if it was that obvious.
    “Look, we’ve been friends for a while. You called me when your folks took off in that RV. You called me when that guy dumped you last year. You called me when you got your job and were so disappointed you didn’t find something better. Otherwise, I don’t hear from you much,” she said. Had I really done that?
    “I...I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I did that,” I told her. I was sure I’d called Trudy just to hang out now and then but I couldn’t remember a single instance.
    “No worries. I’m an empath. I get it all the time. People like to tell me their problems because I listen. Besides, you’re kind of quiet today. I can tell something’s wrong,” Trudy told me. I felt bad using her like that but she genuinely didn’t seem to mind.
    “Well, I didn’t really want to talk about it,” I began but I was deceiving the both of us. Apparently, I wanted to tell someone about what happened with Jack because I told her everything. I had to stop once as I was detailing my tryst with Jack as a young family passed us as they walked along the trail. Trudy listened to the story but then she pressed me for details and to my surprise, I was all too eager to supply them. When I told her what had happened that morning, Jack walking out and leaving me feeling confused, Trudy smiled knowingly.
    “Been there, done that,” Trudy told me and I looked at her skeptically. “You think you’re the only girl to fall for some slick bad boy?” she added.
    “I didn’t fall for him. He’s not my type. I mean, last night was pretty...nice, I guess, but I didn’t fall for him,” I protested and a bit too strongly.
    “C’mon, Brandy. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter,” Trudy said. I turned towards her suddenly.
    “What did you just say?” I asked cutting Trudy off.
    “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter? Never heard that?” she assumed incorrectly.
    “No, I’ve heard it. Jack said that to me at least twice,” I told her. Trudy, far more experienced in affairs of the heart, or maybe the libido, smiled.
    “So he’s not blind to it either,” Trudy replied.
    “To what?” I asked feeling like I was the only one not in on the joke.
    “You totally like him,” she said.
    “No, I swear to you, I don’t. He’s crude and rude and abrasive. Jack’s trouble. I can’t see a guy like that?” I protested.
    “Why not? He sounds like a dream. I’d beg him to slap me around and fuck me to tears,” Trudy told me excitedly. I was sorry I’d been so detailed in my description of the previous evening.
    “Trudy!” I exclaimed.
    “Please! Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that. You told me you did and I could see it in your