The Other Side of Friendship - Romance Erotica
Book Details
Author(s)D.L. Strykor
Publisher4Fun Publishing
ISBN / ASINB008GO54DK
ISBN-13978B008GO54D5
Sales Rank1,143,745
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Lightning doesn't strike twice. Or so Martin thought.
But that changes when he meets Irene, the new associate professor of Microbiology at the same school where he teaches and who's the new team member in a project. He is cold to her at first, but they eventually become friends...with benefits.
The thing is, Irene is afraid to fall in love again. And there's another man. But when that man turns out to be a different person than she initially thought, Irene tearfully returns to Martin who welcomes her with open arms.
Being friends with benefits seems to suit them perfectly.
SAMPLE:
Mini Sales Sample or Samples:* "Shall we?" He gestured to the sofa. "Is any of it coming back to you?"
"Snatches of images," she replied. "It's like I'm trying to make out something in a deep fog."
"I made one of those for you that night. I thought maybe the taste would trigger some recollections."
"Like a madeleine for Proust?" she asked. "I'm afraid not."
"You finished it and then refilled your glass with cachaça -- to the brim. It was like pouring yourself a triple. I think that was the move that put you down for the count."
"I'm drinking up your supply."
"It's okay. The cachaça I can get locally. I didn't offer you any of the rare stuff."
She sipped her drink. "Have you ever blacked out?"
"I can't say I have. Of course by definition if you're blacked out you can't remember."
"It is a spooky sensation, Martin. I mean, I must've been conscious to do what you said I did. It's all a gap except for a glimpse here and there."
"It's not what we experience," he remarked. "It's what we remember..."
"It is quite a collection you have," she remarked. Martin glanced at her and she smiled. "Quite..." He felt something against his ankle. Looking down he saw that Irene had worked her toe up under the hem of his trouser leg and was stroking his shin. He looked her in the eye.
"I was having trouble figuring out if you were interested or not," she said.
"I told you I'm not interested in a relationship," he replied.
"Neither am I."
"Then, what are you interested in? A one-night stand?"
"I was thinking along the lines of something a bit more regular."
"You do know that Dean Barnes takes a dim view of intramural romances."
She sipped her drink. "That's not a problem, Martin. Romance has nothing to do with it."
"In other words, you want us to be friends with benefits."
"A clever euphemism. Ground rules would be no strings, just for fun ... no attachments ... no jealousy ... we can both see other people if we want ... call it quits whenever we want. Are you interested?"
"I'm listening."
But that changes when he meets Irene, the new associate professor of Microbiology at the same school where he teaches and who's the new team member in a project. He is cold to her at first, but they eventually become friends...with benefits.
The thing is, Irene is afraid to fall in love again. And there's another man. But when that man turns out to be a different person than she initially thought, Irene tearfully returns to Martin who welcomes her with open arms.
Being friends with benefits seems to suit them perfectly.
SAMPLE:
Mini Sales Sample or Samples:* "Shall we?" He gestured to the sofa. "Is any of it coming back to you?"
"Snatches of images," she replied. "It's like I'm trying to make out something in a deep fog."
"I made one of those for you that night. I thought maybe the taste would trigger some recollections."
"Like a madeleine for Proust?" she asked. "I'm afraid not."
"You finished it and then refilled your glass with cachaça -- to the brim. It was like pouring yourself a triple. I think that was the move that put you down for the count."
"I'm drinking up your supply."
"It's okay. The cachaça I can get locally. I didn't offer you any of the rare stuff."
She sipped her drink. "Have you ever blacked out?"
"I can't say I have. Of course by definition if you're blacked out you can't remember."
"It is a spooky sensation, Martin. I mean, I must've been conscious to do what you said I did. It's all a gap except for a glimpse here and there."
"It's not what we experience," he remarked. "It's what we remember..."
"It is quite a collection you have," she remarked. Martin glanced at her and she smiled. "Quite..." He felt something against his ankle. Looking down he saw that Irene had worked her toe up under the hem of his trouser leg and was stroking his shin. He looked her in the eye.
"I was having trouble figuring out if you were interested or not," she said.
"I told you I'm not interested in a relationship," he replied.
"Neither am I."
"Then, what are you interested in? A one-night stand?"
"I was thinking along the lines of something a bit more regular."
"You do know that Dean Barnes takes a dim view of intramural romances."
She sipped her drink. "That's not a problem, Martin. Romance has nothing to do with it."
"In other words, you want us to be friends with benefits."
"A clever euphemism. Ground rules would be no strings, just for fun ... no attachments ... no jealousy ... we can both see other people if we want ... call it quits whenever we want. Are you interested?"
"I'm listening."
