Ecstasy Love & Pain

By April Rencher

Brooke is continuing on her conquest to find love in college. She continues to go on wild, sexy adventures, and she occasionally ends up in sticky situations (getting caught by the police). After a crazy freshman year, she thinks she has found her perfect match, but is anything truly perfect? Pregnancy scares vs college finals which one wins?

• Language: English
• Publisher: April Rencher
• Release date: Nov 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370716364

April Rencher

Sign: Aries Hobbies: Writing (of course), Cooking, Riding Rollercoasters, Watching The Walking Dead *I’m not trying to give you a sob story* Well, I have been writing poems and short stories since I was in elementary school. It truly started after having open heart surgery, because I felt alone and isolated. I really felt like I was a monster with this keloid on my scar. I really didn’t think I was like everyone else for six months. I broke out of that phase and became a social butterfly again. I started doing more stories and poems in high school. If it wasn’t for that pen and paper, I would have went crazy. I started doing poems in the 10th grade. I started writing poems for others to show to their significant other. Things got better once I got to college. But sadly for me, I was on the wrong birth control, which led to depression. I was in an abusive relationship at the time. We ended things, but I thought he would be the only man to love me so I took the abuse even after we broke up. I continued on and got my bachelor’s, but I didn’t get any jobs in the field I went to school for. So, I was doing small internships and temporary jobs. Finally, my friends encouraged me to write and get my frustrations out. I was reluctant to think anything would come out of it. But, I kept writing. Fast forward to present, I am on my third book. I am doing website design and working in my public relations field. As a result of all the crazy things that happened to me, I was able to publish my children and utilize my degree. I guess to let you know that I wouldn’t be here without God and my faith. There is light even when you are in complete darkness. Writing is my craft and maybe one day my livelihood. I thank you for reading all this as well.

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Rencher / ECSTASY LOVE & PAIN

ECSTASY LOVE & PAIN

April Rencher

www.lovepainecstasy.tumblr.com

Copyright © 2015 April Rencher

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover by Marvin Underwood.

This is dedicated to

the two beautiful musketeers, Cobes, Airbud, and Dom.

I’m not doing this with you again. You keep going back and forth with me. It is not happening, I said.

There was a silent pause.

Brooke, I love you. I’m sorry. I’m coming to you as a man. Do not let my childish ways keep us apart, Jerrell said.

You made this choice months ago. I’ve got to go now, I have to something to do, I said.

Okay, I’ll text you later, he said pitifully.

I hung up the phone and I felt like I could cry. I had to keep my composure, because I felt his eyes staring at me.

Baby, who were you on the phone with?

Just an old friend, you hungry? I asked.

CHAPTER ONE

A few months prior to this, I let it slide that Jerrell liked somebody else. I was not about to waste the rest of my holiday break fretting over this. A few days had passed; Jerrell and I had discussed the possibility of being with other people. He knew with me being away that he wouldn’t hold me back and asked for the same in return. I told him I would oblige, but it would not be easy for me to do.

He asked to see me before I went back to school. We decided to have sex one last time, but it was during an inconvenient time. My grandfather was gravely ill. The worry consumed my brain, and I wanted to get the thought of death off of my mind. The only thing was that it was going to have to be quick. I also had to tell a small lie to my dad about why we couldn’t ride together. So, Jerrell and I met up; it took us 30 minutes to pick a spot.

We might as well go behind the mall. No one is back there now, I said.

Sure, why not? he shrugged.

We pulled over to the loading dock, and he undressed me. He had a hard time with the bra. So, I thought I would help speed that awkward situation by making it a little sexy. So, I grabbed his hands and placed it on my white and black polka dot bra cups. I slowly pushed his hand down to my nipple. We couldn’t get fully undressed due to time, so we only took off the necessary items to begin our fuck session.

Just get on top of me, I said, pulling him toward me.

He looked around before he pushed his hard 10.5 stick inside of me. He placed his hands on the window so he could put all his weight behind every stroke. Every thrust was instant pleasure. He licked and kissed all around my neck and collarbone. I knew time was getting close, but I wanted him to come so badly. I made him get up and sit. I grabbed a peppermint from my purse.

I’m going to suck your dick, I told him.

Umm okay, he said.

I slowly put my tongue around the tip and tried to swallow as much of him as I could. I sucked him like he was the last Popsicle I would ever eat. I bobbed up and down as the peppermint circled around his shaft. I felt the shaking in his thighs from the mind blowing head I was given him. I looked at the time again; I was supposed to be at the hospital by now.

Fuck! I’ve got to go now! I yelled.

So, we said our goodbyes. I rushed to the hospital like my ass was on fire. I made it to the room, but I had been sort of busted about where I had been by my dad.

What is that on your neck? Is that a hickey? my dad asked me.

No, what are you talking about? I asked back.

My stepsister stepped in to save me.

No, it is probably just a rash or something, Tonya said as she glared at me.

As my father walked away, she turned around at me.

That better not be what he thinks it is, she walked toward the room.

I thought to myself, well it could have been worse. So, I visited with my grandfather who would actually recover. Then, I made it back to school a few days later. I thought Jerrell and I would be fine, but I saw the other girl was taking his attention away from me. I was trying to focus on school, but it was getting hard to do when I felt like I was being played. I wondered what she had that I didn’t. I was going into a depressed spiral with all my insecurities chasing me.

My pillow was collecting more and more salt every night. I went to class in a zombie trance. I was completely zoned out and heartbroken. Q was trying to become more than just a pen pal since we were both at the same school now. So, I took him up on his offer to hang out one rainy Sunday afternoon. I walked across campus in my boots to the football dorm. He greeted me at the front entrance and walked to his room.

We talked and cuddled. I felt comfortable enough for him to touch me. He felt around my chest and asked to see my breasts. I was in a giving mood so I decided to. He played around with the nipple and then asked me a very bizarre question.

So, can I play with your thang thang? he asked.

I had to register what he said first.

What did you ask me? I asked while rising up.

You know, down there, he said while giggling like a naughty child.

Umm no, I said.

Why not? he asked.

You can’t even say clit, I said.

I figured by then it was time to go, so I made up an excuse to get out of that awkward situation. He also agreed that he had to go for afternoon football workouts. As I walked back to my dorm in the rain, I couldn’t believe a grown man could be so stupid. I had to give props to women who deal with IQ challenged men like that. I could never imagine lowering down my standards, just for money and fame when I couldn’t have an intellectual conversation with my man. I vowed that that would be the last time a woman of my caliber ever let a man with the brain function of a fly would ever see any part of me naked.

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