Pure Will Read Free

“Kate really? In less than 10 seconds, you requested…” she flew her arms up in my direction. “HIM to have sex with me, told him we have threesomes with black guys and now reminded me to take my meds? What the hell?”
    “Well! You’ve been down lately. You still haven’t gotten laid, and I saw you here with two big black guys just three days ago.”
    You know when something is happening in front of you—like a car wreck—and you know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t help but stare as you drive past? That’s how this was. I simply stared at these two.
    Her desperate but beautiful emerald eyes found mine…again. “Tutoring, I’m a tutor,” she explained, and I smiled at her. In those same 10 seconds that she had just lived through, I realized that Kate was the dominant personality here and that the breathtaking redhead with wide green eyes was quiet and kind and perfect.
    At the sink, she opened a prescription bottle then swallowed whatever she got out. I wondered how long it had been since she’d gotten laid.
    “I was going to make some French toast. Who wants some?” Kate asked.
    I loved French toast and hadn’t had any in a long time. “French toast? Like with butter and syrup and powdered sugar?” I asked sounding like a kid.
    “Wow, do you have kids? What, are you 12?” the girl asked as the corners of her lips pulled upward.
    Clearly she had heard me last night when we came in.  Clever.
    “I’m sorry.  My fault. Introductions,” Kate said. “Will, this is Cam. My best friend, roommate and smartass friend.”
    “Better than being a dumbass friend,” Cam said, and her emerald eyes flashed to mine again.
    Most girls’ eyes were just a color to me, with eyelashes batting around them. This girl’s held questions, answers and depth. Pouring herself some juice, she stared at me for longer than I expected. Behind those cute, little, school-girl glasses a black halo circled the green. Striking.
    “Please don’t let me interrupt your romantic breakfast of French toast, butter, syrup and powdered sugar,” she said with a grin.
    She mocked me. A slight smile touched the corners of my mouth. She and Kate were very different. Kate’s face was made up to perfection and Cam had on no make-up, yet she was the stunning one.
    “So, Cam is it or Cami?” I asked trying not to act too intrigued.
    “Uh, oh,” Kate said and her eyes bugged out.
    Unsure what I’d said, I glanced back to Cam.
    “She hates her name,” Kate spat out.
    The girl’s green eyes were hard as stone. “No Willie, it’s not Cami. It’s Cam”
    Clearly I had not charmed this girl even in the slightest. Finally, a challenge! Boom…I was going to fuck this girl. “Cam is obviously short for something,” I winked.
    “You’re right,” Kate interrupted. “It’s short for Camden.”
    “Yeah, don’t call me that either, Willie Wonka.” She finished her juice and sat the cup in the sink.
    Willie Wonka? I’d like to show her my oompa loompa.
    “If you don’t like it, go by your middle name,” I proposed.
    Kate giggled and got out the bread and eggs. “Her name is Camden Landry Biggs. She hates it all.” Kate started breaking the eggs in a bowl while still giggling.
    I sat at the table where Cam was and where Kate was now beating the eggs. “Why don’t you like it?”
    Kate gave her a serious look, and I had a feeling I was treading on thin ice and showing way more interest than I should.
    “Well, let’s see. Let me tell my life story to the guy who slept with my roommate last night…that I just met 10 minutes ago. And who clearly stopped by this morning to hit that shit again.”
    “HEY! At least my shit is getting hit,” Kate defended. “Your shit, vaginally speaking, hasn’t seen a man in years!”
    I chuckled out loud. These two could take their show on the road. Penn and Teller would have a run for their money.
    Cam shot up out of her chair, got the butter from the fridge and tossed it to me.  I