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Traducciones   9 años

Part Four I arrived at choir practice to notice that Sarah wasn't there. This was weird as she was always early. She loved choir, it was one of the few things she looked forward during the week. I asked around to see where she was but nobody knew anything. I sat down and waited for her to arrive hoping that she was turn up. Sitting in front of the male section I always heard the ins and out of what was happening in church. Yet they say women are the gossips?! I now beg to differ. Just as practice was about to start, I hear one of the older men talking. "I don't see Sarah here today. Is she alright? She never misses practise". "Did you not hear? John and Sarah broke up last night. Apparently John has been cheating on her for months and she only found out the other day. They broke up? What the hell! I thought they would be together forever. Obviously I was wrong. John looks absolutely fine about it though. Bet his bit on the side is a complete tramp. I'll give Sarah a text later to see if she is alright. She'll tell me off if text her now. The practice went on as usual. I threw myself into it as not to over think why John would cheat on Sarah. He had certainly gone down in my estimations. I no longer thought of him this hot Adonis that I go to the gym with, who looked amazing covered in sweat. I saw him as this pig who cheated on my friend. Should I ask him where she is and act as if I don't know anything. I am the new girl after all. I get the gossip weeks after it was relevant. I will. He will never know anything. When practice had finished I put my books away, said goodbyes to people then went to talk to John. "Hi John, I was wondering where Sarah was? I miss my partner in crime. It's weird not singing next to her." I said trying not to blush or sound inconspicuous. "Oh...she isn't very well. I'll let her know that you asked after her" he replied very quickly and ran off. As if he just lied to myself. What sort of self respecting man does that. I bet he thinks I know what happened as I'm friends with Sarah I drove home confused as to what had happened this evening. My friend had broken up with her boyfriend as he had cheated on her. 22:10, SMS Me: Hey Sarah. I missed you at practice tonight. I over heard the old guys say that you and John finished. Are you ok? B 22:15, SMS Sarah: Hi, yeah it's true and no I'm bloody not. He cheated on me with some 20yr old blonde skank. You lot are all the same. Taking people's boyfriends off them. Leave me alone Brooke. You've done enough already What the fuck just happened?! I swear Sarah thinks it's me who John was cheating on her with. Why would she think that? I've been nothing but nice to her since I moved. She has taken me under her wing at church, introduced me to amazing people and been the big sister I never had. I haven't even flirted with John. Have I? I may have smiled at him a few times but that was just out of embarrassment or politeness. I haven't had any feelings for him since I hooked up with Kyle. What would make her think that I had anything to do with it. Tonight had been a complete right off. So I decided to have a large glass of wine, shower and go to bed. It might all be a dream no when I wake up in the morning it won't have happened. John and Sarah will be together and Sarah won't hate me for some unknown reason. I woke up the next morning feeing refreshed and ready to take on the world, yet I still had this lingering sense that last night wasn't a dream and that Sarah honestly believed her break up with John was my fault. What could I do to convince her that I have nothing to do with it. If I asked Andy for advice he would more than likely say "Fuck him, then you can at least tell her that her man was shit in the sack and a cheater. You did her a favour." He was such a man when it came to his sort of thing. Why didn't I have a girlfriend I could call to talk this through with. There was always my mother. Well that wouldn't work as she would probably tell me to ignore the situation. Anything for a quiet #life, that's my mother. Great little support system I had. NOT. Andy was coming up on Friday night. Maybe some A and B time would help. Friday came around so quickly I couldn't believe it. I had finished work early so I could prepare Andy's favourite meal. It felt good to be doing something for someone I loved. As soon as I got home I showered, put on comfy clothes and started cooking when Andy walked through the door and shouted "Tinseltits! I'm home. Come give the love of your #life a massive kiss." Instantly I ran towards him and threw my arms around him. It was great to see. He was like a breathe of fresh air. Cleanly shaved, tailored suit and my favourite aftershave on. He knew how to make a girl fall to her knees without trying. I love this for it even though it never worked on me. We walked into the kitchen and I cracked open the vodka and poured him a double on the rocks. I honestly don't know how he does it. "What's going on baby girl? You have broken our golden rule...Never look like shit if the there has travelled to see you". He said lovingly as he put his empty glass on the counter. I told him about John and Sarah. "That stupid bitch. How dare she say that about you. I'm the slut in this relationship not you. Is she fat? I bet she is. All fat girls blame the hotties when it all goes wrong." I gave a weak laugh and replied "No she sign fat. She's about the same as me. Your such a bum head but I love you. I just don't understand why she would think that. But who care about her. It's A and B time. Tell me what's going on with you and what's happening back home, while you help me make dinner. It's your favourite! We ate dinner, drank and spoke about the guys back home and the many, many girls Andy had hooked up with. It was good to have him here. He always made me feel better. It was Sunday and I hadn't spoken to Sarah since her she last messaged me and the was Wednesday. I'm hoping she is alright and realises that it wasn't me who broke her and John up. Only time would tell and that time was very soon. I headed to church with a slight worry as I didn't know what to expect. Had Sarah told others I was the reason that they had split? Would she even be there? I arrived and took my seat in the congregation at the back so no one would know I was actually there. Well until the choir sang. I couldn't see Sarah anywhere, Then at the last minute she came out of the music room. Stared at me then sat down with her family. Yeah....she still thought it was me. I honestly didn't know what to do to make her see that it wasn't me. The service went by like a blur. I don't remember what the sermon was about, let alone going up to sing. I didn't stay for tea afterwards. I just got into the car and drove home. I did that whole angry girl driving home thing. You know, loud angry metal music and speeding. Standard annoyed/confused/pissed off girl driving. 12:52, SMS John: Hey Brooke. I didn't get a chance to say hello this morning. Are you ok? X What the hell was he texting me for? Being all confused and angry I instantly replied 12:54, SMS Me: No I'm not bloody ok. Your fucking ex girlfriend thinks I'm the reason you two broke up. If you could have a word with the the stupid bitch I would really appreciate it. B 12:57, SMS John: Oh, I see. Did she say actually say you? Do you want me to have a word? X 12:58, SMS Me: No, but it was implied very strongly and she said "you've done enough already". What the fuck have I done apart from move and be polite? What? Please tell me as I would really like to fucking know. B I couldn't be doing with this. So I decided to go to the gym to work out my anger. It always seemed like he best option. Maybe hitting the punch bag would work out some of my frustration. We shall see.

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    Part Three The gym was unusually quiet for a Sunday afternoon, so I took my time with my work out whilst eyeing up potential guys I could have fun with. Just as I got to my beloved treadmill I saw him. John had just appeared from behind a punchbag. He looked like a god. Tight tank that showed off his defined biceps that were glistening with sweat from his work out. He was glorious. I quickly looked away and jumped on the treadmill as not to catch his eye. I set the time for 45mins, hoping the added time would help get my mind off him. I put my headphones in, turned the volume up and wished for the best.At first it was easy; figuring out a pace and upping the gradient so I was pushing myself. I was on to a winner then my mind started to wonder as I settled into my stride. My god he looks unbelievably good. I wonder what he looks like without anything on at all? Maybe if I accidentally walk into the male changing rooms whilst he is in there. Alone. It would be rude not to say hello as he had made a beeline for me earlier. I could offer a helping hand while he changes. Helping him out of his sweaty top, running my hands across his chest as I look up to him asking he if needs someone to scrub his back in the shower. Felling his breathe change rhythm as I move in closer to lick the sweat that's about to drip down his neck...... All of a sudden the treadmill stopped and I came to an abrupt holt, almost falling over in the process. To avoid embarrassment I jumped off and stretched before heading to grab my bag and leave. 'That's my girl. Fantasising about a guy you hardy know. I have taught you well.' Andy said with a smile on his face.'Trust you to think of it like that.' I laughed. 'He is my friends fella. It's just wrong. You know what I'm like. If I want something, I go for it and end up getting it.' 'And this is bad thing?' He replied. As much as I loved Andy, he would never understand the social boundaries of not going after friends partners. This was a man that believed that any hole was a goal. Andy Smith-Pig. He was my pig though. After listening to him go on about how I hadn't had sex for a month (which was a #lifetime to him) and how God wouldn't want me to go unsatisfied he finally stopped for breathe. I had the perfect opportunity to explain. 'My darling Andrew. As much as I love you, you need to look at this from my point of view. I have just moved and don't have a lot of friends. Why would I ruin a friendship by fucking her boyfriend and making a lot of enemies?! Yes he might be as hot as hell and I really want to know what turns him on and how it feels to have him push me against a wall, kiss me deeply and'. I stopped myself before I went too far. He was quick to reply. 'As your best friend I say this with love. You need to get fucked and you need to get fucked pretty soon. I will even do you myself if needs be. Might have to put a bag over your head as it'd be like I was doing my sister. But for you I would happily do it.' 'As creepy as that just sounded I will give it a miss. But thanks for the offer. I'll talk to you later. I need to shower as I feel unclean after hearing you say that.' Andy sighed. "Oh well the offer is there if you can't find someone. Laters B. I miss you. GET FUCKED' With that I put the phone down and nipped into the shower. I felt much better after my shower, yet I couldn't help wondering if Andy was right. Do I need to get fucked? Maybe these feelings came to surface as I was frustrated and need to have some fun. If I got rid of the frustration maybe my thoughts about John would disappear. What's the harm in trying. Luckily I have Kyle who is always available to help me out. 20 mins my place? Kyle: only if you don't wear underwear Twenty minutes exactly had passed, me with no underwear on as instructed and Kyle knocks on my front door. I let him in and within seconds of shutting the door I am being picked up and thrown on the kitchen table. He kisses me roughly, shoving his hands through my hair tugging slightly. He knows I like it a little rough. He breaks away from my mouth and makes his way down my neck. He reaches my nipple and sucks on them over my vest. They harden almost instantly. He cups my breast with his hand, frees my breast and tongues at my hard nipple making me wriggle from the sheer pleasure. I move his other hand from my hair to my mouth. I lick and suck two of his fingers and moan with pleasure. He bites my nipple which makes me scream out. He knows exactly how my body works. I remove slide off the table, kiss him passionately and bite him lower lip and hum at the same time. Making him moan in return. I move him effortlessly towards the sofa and push him down before straddling him. He takes my breast into his mouth again, I quickly look at him and he knows it my time. I remove my top and throw it on the floor, walking back I caressed both my breasts and move my hands down to my shorts. I wriggle out of them and kick them across the room. I make Kyle watch as I rub my clitorus, moaning and slowly introducing one finger inside myself. Feeling the heat and slickness from my cunt. I can see him getting hard whilst I'm pleasuring myself. He took off his jeans and freeing his swollen dick. He started stroking himself in time with me. Seeing the animal in him look at me as he did, I kneeled down and made my way t him. I grabbed him stroked whilst gently licking the head. His pre cum tasted divine. I took as much as I could with one big gulp. Swirling my tongue around him as I sucked, I could feel him growing harder and harder with every mouthful. When he couldn't take anymore, he pulled me off him by my hair. Looked me in the eye and growled 'over that chair now or I won't fuck you.' Hungry for him to fill me I quickly got to my feet and did as he commanded. He left me waiting for what felt like hours. In one swift movement he slammed into me. I let out a loud groan and he pulled out before doing the same thing repeatedly. God he was good. With every thrust I could feel my orgasm building. I reached down to rub my clip while he pushed my hand away. My pleasure was his job. Not mine. He fucked so hard I came with a loud cry and collapsing onto the back of the chair. Kyle wasn't far behind, with one final thrust he came and cried out with relief.

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      Part Two The next few weeks went by and I started to create my new #life away from everyone I grew up with. It was hard to start with but daily phone calls and weekly visits home made it all seem worth the move. I had forgotten about John and was happy in my own little world. My parents were worried that I would forgotten about my religious side what with the move and starting all over again. Without thinking, I honestly had forgotten. So I contacted Sarah to see if she could give me a lift to church on the coming Sunday, so I could reconnect with god and everyone I became friends with at music school. It came to Sunday and I was happy to be going to church again and having fun instead of sitting at home missing Harry. We entered and I saw John immediately. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was glorious. Stood there wearing a matching black suit and tie, he looked good enough to eat. I blushed when I saw him, I was so embarrassed so I followed Sarah and found somewhere to sit. If I didn't draw attention to myself maybe he wouldn't come over and say something. I'm 20, who blushes. Man I felt like and idiot. The service was lovely and I enjoyed being with people my own age and doing what felt natural on a Sunday. Afterwards I went to communal area for a cup of tea and to talk to people. I was enjoying a pleasant conversation with a cute old couple when a hand came round my waste. It was him, I could tell from the way my body felt. I didn't know him but my body immediately reacted when he touched me. I excused myself from the conversation and turned round to 'see who it was'. There he was. A huge smile on his face. 'Good to see you. You look different when your not messing around and falling over.' he said cheekily. Of Course I blushed, smiled and couldn't reply for the sheer embarrassment. He carried on talking, but for #life of me I couldn't tell you what he said for the sheer fact that I was mesmerised by him talking and smiling. Thankfully Sarah came over to help. 'There you are John, I've been looking for you everywhere. I see you have met Brooke. She moved to village next to us the week before music school. She's really nice so make sure you make her welcome'. She gave his arm a squeeze whilst saying this. The village next to us! Did they live together? Which village was it? Oh god he lived near me. How am I meant to concentrate knowing this gorgeous man was literally down the road. Luckily for me it was time to go, so I left with Sarah so I could forget about John. Until I saw him next. What was I going to do...... We drove home and gossiped about people from music school and sang along to the radio. Your standard girly car ride really. I was so glad to Sarah. She had included me at music school and was now doing the same at her church. She was such a good friend. So why was i basically dribbling over her boyfriend? He was only a guy. He was like every other guy I had met. But he wasn't. He had this thing about him that made me feel like a school girl again. Was it a crush or was I just appreciative of attention since I didn't have the boys back home with me making me feel special. Maybe a call to one my friends back home would help. So when I got in I called Andy for a chat. Of Course I got has answer machine. He was probably in bed with a girl he had picked up last night. As much as I loved him, he was a man slag. Different girl every weekend. Luckily I had never been one of them thats why we got on so well I reckon. I decided to send him a message to let him know I wanted a quick chat. 'Hey Andy, you didn't pick up so I guess your getting lucky with some 'lucky' lady from the bar. Just need to pick your brains about something. Give me a call when you can. Laters B x' Knowing he wouldn't respond for hours as he had the labido of a sex starved nymphomaniac,I headed to the gym to try and figure out what why I was so into my new friends boyfriend. A 30min treadmill session always seemed to give me clarity. I needed it more than ever now as I didn't want to ruin my #life just as I had started it.

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        Part One It all started summer 2007. I had just moved from my home town to a village near a big city for work. With the move I had left behind my best friends who I had grown up with. We did everything together and spent most of our spare time together. It would be hard for me. I thought it would be okay as I was moving to somewhere where I knew people and wouldn't be alone. Baring in mind I knew them through church and I only ever saw them three times a year. But to a 20 year old moving away from her friends meant a hell of a lot. Being the good religious girl I was (am not anymore, you shall see) I attended the year summer music school for a week in August. Music school was a week where young adults from a specific area joined together to learn more about God and developed their musical ability at the same time. Let's not lie, everyone when for the music, gossip and the thrill of a cheeky little rendezvous behind a building or in the opposite sexes dorm. Anyway this year I was given the privilege of being an honorary member of a group of people as I had just moved to their area a few days before. With this honorary status I was given certain privileges....immediate pick of songs, where to sit, what to do in free time and whether I could be out of dorms after curfew. I loved it! I became friends with a girl called Sarah and we clicked almost instantly. We sat next to each other in choir and even did the same extra activities together. We were fast friends. Then she introduced me to her boyfriend. Oh sweet lord. The guy took my breathe away. He was everything a girl would want. Tall, dark hair, extremely handsome, musically talented and altogether a good guy. His name was John, I didn't need to know anything else at that point. I was attracted to him instantly. During the course of the week I continued with the religious singing and bible stuff as you do. Yet I couldn't get John out my head. I was infatuated. It was like I was a school girl again learning about boys for the first time. I was embarrassing. I couldn't help myself though. I had completely forgotten he was Sarah's boyfriend too. But I would soon have my opportunity to voice how I felt about John. Obviously not exactly how I felt as I would probably been taken to one side and sent home. Every year at music school the popular people would do a 'World Cup' of the opposite sex to see who was the hottest of the week. Being an honorary member to this group I was included in the 'World Cup Men' tournament. We would pit guys against each other to see who was the hottest of all the guys there. John was winning every round he was in and it was long before he was in the final. Each girl had to go round and say why they thought which one of the finalist should win. We each took it in turns to say who and why. It was obvious that I wasn't the only one who thought John was hot as he had every vote. He had won hands down before we got to my vote which wasn't a big deal as he deserved the tittle of World Cup man. Sarah immediately sent a text message to John to inform him that he had won, of which he was embarrassed yet delighted about. He said thank you to all of us for voting for him and he would thank us all in the morning at breakfast and prayers. I was excited by this and ran straight to bed so the morning would hurry up an I would get to talk to him. Eeek! Actually words from John, how exciting! Well the morning came round and of course I overslept and completely missed breakfast and prayers so didn't get to speak to him. I was gutted. Not only because I didn't speak to him, but because I was the last day of music school and I had to come to terms with living without my friends a few minutes away. How would I cope? Would I make new friends in my new surroundings? It had just dawned on me that I would be alone when I got home. All of that changed though in one concert rehearsal. The band and choir were doing a joint piece. The choir walked in while the band were playing so we had to rehearse waking on in time to the music. Being one the the tall girls I had the unfortunate pleasure of leading everyone out. Being the complete fool that I am, I was messing around and not listening to whoever was instructing everyone and fell over the chair. It was the it happened. John came over to help and laugh. He took my hand, helped me up and then he did something I will always remember. Looked at me dead in the eyes. Winked. Then said this 'if you look that good falling over what are you like bent over. That was it. Screw Sarah I wanted John. I knew I would have him. One way or another.

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