Symone wasn’t expecting anything more than a business relationship with Sid, but she soon realizes there’s so much more to her sex tutor than just sex. Matters become even more complicated when her once uninterested best friend, suddenly wants to take their relationship to the next level like she always wanted.
With the relationship she’s always dreamed of within her reach, Symone must make a decision: choose her best friend, the man she’s been in love with her whole life, or choose Sid, the man who has suddenly become the subject of all her fantasies.
The contract has been signed: Symone’s virginity for Sid’s B average.
It was supposed to be simple, until she broke his only rule.
I’m so glad I had the opportunity to read and review this book! I loved it! Top pick for my summer so far!
Symone has been in love with her best friend, Trevor for as long as she can remember. He’s a popular jock, she’s the nerdy girl with her v-card still intact. Simone decides to get rid of that pesky v-card and decides Trevor is going to be the one to take it. When he refuses and her plan fails, Simone decides to take it upon herself to find someone who will. She decides to go find the legend, the man called “The Cherry Popper”.
Sid is an aspiring rock God or the lead singer of a local band. Unless he gets a B average, his father won’t support him. In comes Symone, the nerdy, but intriguing girl who makes a deal he can’t refuse. Take her virginity in exchange for tutoring. No strings attached. Sounds easy, right?
5 huge stars from me.
She grabs my kindle and turns it on, reading from the page I’m on. “Veronica opened her legs, inside was a moist mixture of juices I couldn’t wait to taste.” She shudders. “Yeesh, it gives me the creeps even repeating it. That damn word makes poor Veronica sound like a washcloth or even worse, a cake. Cakes are moist, not vaginas. Vaginas need to be wet, possibly slick, but never moist.”“You do realize you said the word moist three times in the same sentence, right?”
“Damn it. See it should be forbidden I tell you. From now on moi . . . that word, is forbidden in my presence. You must find another word to use.”
“But what if I make you a moist vagina cake for your birthday? Can I say the word then?” I joke, grinning over my kindle.
“I swear if I didn’t love you, Symone, I’d strangle you. Please don’t ruin cake for me by making it in the likeness of a twat. At least make it shaped like a dong.” She tries her best to sound serious, but then I catch her smiling at her toes. Here it comes . . . one . . . two . . . any second now . . . she should start laughing in t-minus ten . . . nine . . . eight. And there it is, the hysterical hyena laugh Staci has become famous for. She covers her mouth and glares at me.
“You did that on purpose!”
“What?”
“Made me laugh, you know how much I hate my laugh.”
V. Kelly grew up in Reno, Nevada, but now lives in Watonga, Oklahoma, with her husband and two beautiful kids. Always a writer, it was only a matter of time before the stories in her head escaped and became available for the world to read. She is a lover of frogs, otters, all things green, reading books about compelling relationships, and spending time with her family.
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