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  Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

  Single Girl Rules Book 2

  By Ivy Smoak

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  CONTENTS

  Title

  Single Girl Rule #2

  Chapter 1 - My Lesser Half

  Chapter 2 - So Many Bananas

  Chapter 3 - Daddy’s Fun Jet

  Chapter 4 - Ash’s Worst Nightmare

  Chapter 5 - The (Real) Banana Party

  Chapter 6 - Banana Splits

  Chapter 7 - Spin the Banana

  Chapter 8 - Banana Luge

  Chapter 9 - Banana Race

  Chapter 10 - The Banana King

  Chapter 11 - Magic!

  Chapter 12 - Ash’s Daddy Fetish

  Epilogue - TWENTY?!

  The Society #StalkerProblems

  A Note From Ivy

  Single Girl Rule #2

  Girls’ night is every Friday. No exceptions.

  Chapter 1 - My Lesser Half

  Friday, Sept 13, 2013

  “What am I going to do?” I asked. “I’ve been hyping up girls’ night all week. And I promised Ash that it’s going to be the best night of her life. But there’s nothing to do here in Newark.”

  Teddybear stopped loofahing my thigh and looked up at me. “Permission to speak?”

  I loved having my sexy bodyguard as my man servant. On any other occasion I would have made him stay silent while bathing me, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “Permission granted. But don’t stop scrubbing. I’m very dirty.” I winked at him.

  He dropped his gaze back to my thigh. “How could you possibly be short on ideas for an epic girls’ night? For the past two years you snuck away from us every chance you got. Can’t you just replicate whatever you were doing those nights?”

  “You want me to invite Chad to come visit from Harvard? I doubt Ash would want to spend our first girls’ night being the third wheel to me and my boyfriend. And anyway - that would violate Single Girl Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night…unless they’re strippers.”

  “I wasn’t talking about Chad.” He looked pissed that I’d even mentioned my lesser half. “I was talking about when you’d party with your friends. Other thigh, please.”

  I turned and put my other leg up on the little bench on the shower wall. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Those girls never liked me very much. I haven’t heard from a single one of them since the day I left New York.”

  “Did you ever apologize for flashing all their boyfriends?”

  “Why would I apologize for that? I was just trying to cheer them up. And anyway, who said you could talk?” I grabbed his head and pushed it between my thighs. That should shut him up.

  He placed a few soft kisses against my clit as his strong hands ran up my thighs. He pushed them further apart. The force of it pushed my back up against the cold shower tiles.

  “Oh God,” I muttered.

  He’d only been bathing me for a week, but he’d already learned what I liked.

  I liked when he touched my thighs.

  I liked that thing he did with his tongue.

  And most of all, I liked when he took what he wanted.

  This was his reward for a job well done. And I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I did. After all…it would have been insulting if he was naked in the shower with me and didn’t want to fuck me.

  I grabbed a fistful of his hair to make sure he wouldn’t leave. But it wasn’t necessary. He was going to keep devouring my pussy until I came. And then he was going to bend me over and fuck me senseless.

  Ah, how I love my mornings. This was my favorite part of the day. Which got me thinking…

  “Maybe this is what I should do for girls’ night!”

  Teddybear stopped and looked up at me.

  “Don’t stop. I’m just thinking out loud.” I pushed his head back down. “We could do a spa night. And you and Ghost could be the spa attendants. And since you two will definitely end up stripping off your cute little spa uniforms, it wouldn’t even violate rule #15.”

  Teddybear moved his tongue faster. Was that his way of endorsing my idea?

  “You’re so bad,” I said. “Are you hoping I’ll let you fuck my bestie?”

  He shook his head and his nose brushed against my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Yes. Just like that.”

  “Chastity?” said a familiar voice. A boy’s voice. Chad’s voice.

  “Chad?” I called back. “Is that you?” What the fuck is he doing here?! He was supposed to be at Harvard.

  “Yup! Surprise!” He paused. “Hey, when I came in here it sounded like you were talking to someone. Are you not alone in there?”

  “Nope. I’m with…a friend.” Shit!

  “Oooh.” Chad sounded excited. “How about I come join you?”

  I laughed. “But we’re naked.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “But my friend does. How about you go wait by my room?”

  “I’d rather come join.”

  Damn it! I should have known that telling him I was with a friend wouldn’t get him to go away. He’d been begging me for a threesome all summer. But there was no way he was ready for that. He could barely please me, much less me and a friend. How embarrassing would that be for me if he couldn’t get my friend off?

  Teddybear, on the other hand…he could definitely handle a threesome.

  Maybe he’d get one tonight.

  Would Ash like that? I wasn’t sure. But I had all day to figure it out.

  “We’re actually all done.” As much as I hated to make Teddybear stop, I couldn’t let him continue. Because I would definitely scream when I came. And then Chad would try to break in. And then they’d fight and it would be a whole thing. So I reluctantly pushed Teddybear’s head back and pressed my finger to my lips. “Stay here until we’re gone,” I whispered. Then I grabbed my towel off the back of the door and slid out.

  Chad was waiting in the bathroom with a big grin on his face.

  “Come with me.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to my dorm room.

  Ash was off at her 8 a.m. class, so Chad and I had the room all to ourselves. Well…almost.

  Ghost was waiting in the room with a delicious stack of banana pancakes, fresh from a local diner.

  He bowed and handed me my utensils.

  “Thank you, Ghostie,” I said. “You’re dismissed.” I booped him on the nose and he walked out the door.

  “Wow,” said Chad. “You’ve really got Ghost trained well. I do not remember him being that agreeable.”

  “He and I came to an understanding. Anyway…what brings you here?”

  “You.”

  Of course. I couldn’t help but smile. “Missed me?”

  “So much.”

  “Or did you just miss these?” I lowered my towel just enough for him to see my tits.

  His eyes got a little bigger. “You know I missed those too.”

  I pulled my towel back up. “How’s Harvard?”

  “Amazing. My roommate is the son of a senator. And the guy down the hall drives a Lambo around campus. They think they have an in for some of the final clubs. Those are like the better, cooler Harvard versions of fraternities. And they’re super secretive.”

  I stared at him. Did he think I was dumb or something? I knew what final clubs
were. But it didn’t hurt to stroke his ego a little. “Oooh. Secret clubs? Maybe I’ll come visit when you get in and we can go to some secret parties. Want some pancakes?” I gestured to the plate that Ghost had left for me. I didn’t really want to share, but it was only polite.

  “I ate on the way here.” He eyed me skeptically.

  “Suit yourself.” I stuffed a bite into my mouth. “Mmm. Delicious, pankcakey goodness.”

  “I thought you didn’t eat carbs.”

  “That was the old me. The me before I broadened my horizons at this lovely institution. Now I have a theory that bread and meat go straight to my tits. What do you think?” I lowered my towel for him again.

  Ash walked in and screamed. “Holy boobs!”

  “Ah! You’re back! Ash, meet my boyfriend, Chad. Chad, meet by bestie, Ash.”

  “Wait,” said Ash. “Chad is real? I thought he was just some dude you made up as a joke.”

  I laughed. “Uh, no.”

  “But you…”

  I pressed my finger to her lips. “Hush, child. I know I made him sound too good to be true. But as you can see, he’s very much a real boy.”

  “What has she said about me?”

  I hadn’t really told her much about him. The only thing she knew about him was that his dick was smaller than the hot jocks’. I’d tell Chad all about my sexcapades later and he could tell me about all the hot Harvard girls he’d been getting down and dirty with. I was sure none of them were even half as hot as me, so whatevs. But I didn’t want Ash spilling the beans. Especially not in the context of him having a tiny penis.

  I kept my hand on Ash’s mouth. “I told her that you go to Harvard. And that you’re the smartest person I know. And that you’re amazing in bed.” I smacked Chad’s ass and gave it a nice little squeeze.

  “Yup,” said Ash. “That’s exactly what she said. Anyway, I’ll let you two do whatever you two were about to do.” She backed towards the door, her eyes darting back and forth between my exposed breasts and my hand on Chad’s ass.

  “Oh.” I laughed and put my boobs away. “We weren’t about to bang, if that’s what you were thinking.”

  “Right. Okay. See ya later!”

  “Wait,” said Chad. “There’s no reason for you to go. In fact, it’ll be better if you’re here to witness this.”

  “Witness what?” replied both me and Ash. Although Ash sounded much more nervous than I did. I was really starting to think she wasn’t ready for a threesome either. What am I saying? It was so much easier for girls. And who would pass up getting pounded on both ends by two strong men?

  “Well… I was sitting around with the guys and we got into this deep discussion about what we really want out of life. I mean…we’re all alphas. We have the looks, the money…we can have anything. So it really just comes down to figuring out what gift we want to give to the world.”

  “And what gift shall you give?” I asked, trying to hide the amusement in my voice. Chad had seemed like an alpha back in high school. But now? Now I knew better.

  “Myself. To you.” He dropped to one knee.

  Wow. I smiled to myself. I’d always thought it would be so fun to reject a proposal. But I never expected Chad to propose this early.

  “I’ve spent many long nights in the wood-paneled Harvard dorms pondering my life. And I always come to the same conclusion. I want to do whatever I can to make your life amazing. So, Chastity Morgan…when we’re done with college, I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world.” He pulled a ring box from his pocket and snapped it open. The morning light streaming in from the window caught the diamond just so.

  It was breathtaking.

  But it was only two carats. Two and a half max. Which meant it was just a promise ring. Not an engagement ring. Damn it! So much for getting to reject his proposal.

  “So what do you say?” he asked. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world?”

  I shrugged and held out my ring finger. He slid the ring onto it.

  “Not bad,” I said. I wiggled my fingers around to make it catch the light again. Then I held it up for Ash to see.

  She looked completely dumbfounded. “Congrats?”

  “Thanks, bestie! Ahh! This is so exciting!”

  Chad reached into his back pocket and handed me a sheet of paper. “It’s about to get even better.”

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “Read it.”

  I unfolded the paper. It was printed on Harvard letterhead.

  Chastity Morgan,

  Congratulations! You’ve been accepted to Harvard for the Spring 2014 semester.

  I didn’t bother reading the rest. Because it was exactly the same as the first acceptance letter I’d received earlier this year. The one I’d turned down. I wasn’t about to waste my college years at Harvard when the guys at the University of New Castle had such bigger cocks. The rumor was true. And I was staying put.

  “My roommate’s dad pulled a few strings. Apparently he’s friends with the dean.”

  “Aw, babe. It’s so cute that you want me to be with you so badly.”

  “So is that a yes? I mean…you can finally leave this shithole and come to a real school with quality people.” He looked over at Ash. “No offense.”

  Ash looked very much offended.

  “I actually love it here,” I said. I’ve already met some really amazing people.” I walked over and threw my arm around Ash’s shoulders. “And I’ve learned some life-changing stuff.” The Single Girl Rules. If I hadn’t come here, I never would have found them. And then my life would have been terrible and sad and boring. Actually, it still would have been amazing, because I’m amazing. But just like…a little less amazing. And definitely less sexy. God…when was I going to run into a man with 8 abs and 8 inches so that I could make good on Rule #8?

  “You belong at Harvard with me,” said Chad, waving my comment off. “It’ll make networking so much easier. Everyone loves you. We’ll be the ultimate power couple. No one will be able to stop us on our way to the White House.”

  White House? Had Chad randomly decided that he wanted to be president someday? I decided to play along. “Oooh. Yes! That’ll be so fun! But I have two conditions. One, I get to wear lingerie in my official portrait. And two, we add a pool to the rose garden so that I can tan. And throw epic pool parties, of course.”

  “We can discuss the specifics tonight when we go out to celebrate. What’s your favorite bar in town?”

  “Grotto’s is pretty great. But that’ll have to wait. Tonight is girls’ night.”

  “But I just drove all the way here from Harvard…”

  He drove? Well, that was silly peasant behavior. He should have taken a private jet, it would have saved him loads of time. “Yeah, but Rule #2: Girls’ night is every Friday. No exceptions.”

  “Rule #2? What are you talking about?”

  Am I allowed to tell boys about the rules? I wasn’t sure. I’d have to ask Slavanka if there were any footnotes or additional info to translate that might shed some light on that.

  “I’ll explain later. But right now, Ash and I need to get to class.” I dropped my towel and pulled on some super cute leggings and a tank top. “Thanks for the ring, babe!” I gave Chad a kiss on the cheek and then grabbed Ash’s hand and pulled her out of our dorm room.

  “Uh…do you mind explaining to me what the hell just happened in there?” she asked.

  “I’m not exactly sure, but I think Chad may have discovered cocaine. Hence the promise ring, the silly letter, and his idea of running for president.” It all made sense. Tons of rich guys eventually started snorting coke. We made our way downstairs and out the door of our dorm.

  “Are you sure? He seemed kind of serious about all of that… And what makes you think that’s a promise ring? That really looked like a proposal to me. I’m pretty sure you just got engaged.”

  I held the ring up. “This little thing? An engagement ring?” The idea was laughable. “Does
this look like four carats to you?”

  “Yes?”

  “Nope. It’s only like two. Thus it’s a promise ring.” I held my pinky nail up to it to show how small it was.

  Ash shook her head. “I don’t think that’s how anything works.”

  “Sure it is. You’ve heard the old saying: give her four if you want your relationship to be more.”

  “I’ve literally never heard that.”

  “Weird. Anyway, it’s a fun little accessory. I’ll have to properly thank him for it tomorrow night. Since you and I are going to be a little busy tonight.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

  She laughed. “You know you can hang out with him tonight, right? I mean, he did drive all the way down here. That must have been like a six-hour drive.”

  “Nonsense. We already missed girls’ night last Friday because I’d just learned about the rules. There’s no way I’m going to ditch you this Friday too. I have the most amazing night planned for us.”

  “Really?”

  “Yup!” Well, maybe. I still had to figure out if Ash was down to bang Ghost or Teddybear. Or both. I suspected she was still jealous of what she saw at the party last Friday, even if she wouldn’t admit it. The whole ‘I fell asleep’ thing was a total lie. She was probably just too embarrassed to say she got off to it in the closet. Kinky bitch. “It’s going to be epic. No. Beyond epic!”

  “And what exactly will we be doing?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Uggh” groaned Ash. “You know I hate surprises. At least give me a hint.”

  “Okay. Let me think.” I tapped my finger against my lips. I needed something that was spa-related. But also sex-related. Aha! “Cucumbers.”

  “No!” screamed Ash.

  “What?”

  “I’m afraid of cucumbers.”

  “How could you be afraid of cucumbers? They’re like…the second-best penis-shaped fruit. Bananas are the best, obvs.” And then it hit me. “WAIT!”

  Ash jumped and a few passersby looked at us funny. “Wait what?”

  “I just figured out what we’re doing for girls’ night.”

  “So no cucumbers?”