Two Hearts One String

In The Pocket

Stacy's POV
she's never going to speak to me again but for some reason it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would be. All that I have done up to this point was worth it. I won't allow her to ruin my happiness.

For some reason there was a growing selfishness in me these days. But I feel like I can accomplish everything like I can run the world !

I'm not naive. She's talking as if I never notice all those guys who look like dogs drooling after a juicy new bone.

How could I not ?! But they don't interest me. I love a man who can be sweet at the right moment and who could truly love me. Makes me feel great to be alive.

Who has made me feel whole... Quora would love to feel alive too

Quora has been my friend for 20 years and although she's the closest thing to me, she's always trying to drag me down with her lonely ass. Pathetic !

I still feel guilty. She always covered up all her pain and hurt to be a rock for me when I needed it the most not only with my ex-boyfriends but even the bullying in our school days. I never told her I had gotten pregnant and Jerome had denied it.

Calling me a slut and other words. I fell into a depression so deep that I was contemplating suicide and sadly the following week I had a miscarriage but although she hadn't known she still offered her support which was most needed.

But to think of it. She always was that person to me. That's why I've always admired her strength and have always hated my weakness. I can't help but feel jealous of her.

Her problem is she never sees her beauty. Quora is 5'4 with thick silken dark red hair which is scraping her butt right now.

She was thick in all the right places. Her breasts were a generous C cup as mine were barely a B cup. Her butt was nice and plump while mine was firm and fined. Her lips were full and dark while mine were pink and thin. She couldn't keep a man because of her attitude.

We couldn't be more different.

Even today as Quora looks into his eyes from the floor as though she's seen a ghost, I'm the one sobbing instead of her when she should be over here kicking my ass....

But at the same time, Hoslam looked like an angel stepping out of the light in all his sexiness. The way he smiled at me apologetically melted my heart. There was something about him that drew her. It made her want to wrap herself around him every humanly way possible and never let go. Even if he jumped off a cliff and asked her to go along, she wouldn't bat an eyelash.

Quora was right about one thing, he wasn't her kind of ballpark so therefore She knew this was destined.

She often liked to play with his thick black hair and stare into his eyes. His eyes were soo memorizing, its as if he were hypnotizing her.

She'll never forgive me when she finds out what I've done.

Hell I wouldn't have forgiven me either if i were her.

Although I was worried about it before, I am ready for it now. If she doesn't want to be my friend after this then so be it. I'd love to have a female's support in all of this so if  I can salvage it in anyway then I will !

20 years of friendship goodbye and years of happy marriage and great sex here I come...

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Quora's POV
As I look up, shock paralyzes my body. "Miss I'm so sor- Quora is that you ?" Hoslam says in mock shock, a sly grin on his face.