The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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Olivia Hamish Portman was very good at a wide variety of things: Arching her feet like the most perfect ballerina, Putting together an elegant outfit. Dancing the Nutcracker from beginning to end. Getting compliments for her posture. Sewing like a machine. Executing a perfect grand jeté. And a lot of things. She was not without talents. But as she shivered under the rain that sprinkled on the crowd, Olivia realized that being good at bed wasn't going to be one of them.
She felt like a mess whenever she looked up at her boyfriend. Who knew putting out would be the most difficult thing she would be doing so far?
"Are you okay, Liv?" asked her boyfriend George Felt. He was sitting beside her, with a broad smile. It was fine between them now. He had called her himself and when she mentioned that she was going to be having sex with him tonight, it was finer. They were standing beside the playing fields. As much as she wanted to settle into the sports pavillion to watch the game, George had some sort of plan to surprise her and she was willing to keep him happy now.
"I'm great," Liv lied, trying to will herself into a positive mind-set. But all she could think about now was George on top of her, mounting her against his body. The thought itself used to turn her on but maybe it was the reality that scared her.
"Hey, relax," George chuckled effortlessly, warmth visible on his pale face, squeezing her hand in his. Liv smiled back and sighed.
"Liv, hey," a hushed voice muttered from behind them as a cool hand touched her elbow. Abruptly she thought of the saying cool hands, warm heart. When she noticed Julia behind her, she smiled at how much the saying was accurate in this situation. But Julia wasn't alone. Beside her stood Neal Williams, the kind of man anyone would like to have in her life. Maybe Julia would realize that the hard way. Liv only hoped so.
"NeaI, I think you haven't met George yet. He's Liv's boyfriend," Julia spoke hastily and watched the boys shake their hands. "I am so sorry, Neal. I have to be at the sports pavilion now. Liv, find him a seat, will you?"
It made sense since Julia was still in a tailored suit when she was supposed to be in her cheerleading uniform, preparing for the performance.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Neal smiled at Julia and Liv took the rest in her hands, assuring Julia that it would be fine, then watched her friend march away.
"Let's go inside, then. I think Luke has reserved a few seats for the group," George informed, running a hand through his platinum blond hair, shaking away the droplets of rain.
Triangular in plan, the sports pavillion made the best use of its corner site and maximised views across the playing fields from the balcony which ran the full length of the longest side. Clad in timber, the two side elevations were weather-protected by a type of shiplap detailing; the long balcony elevation, protected by the overhanging roof, had flush panels with shadow gaps between. The monopitch roof extended beyond the length of the balcony, creating two protected areas beneath. On each side external concrete staircases, which served as entrances, led up to the first floor. By providing two entrances players and pupils could be separated from parents and visitors. Liv, George and Neal chose the entrance for the pupils.
