Chapter 9 My new friends

As I sit in the car taking me to the airport, I can't help but smile. I don't know why leaving brings me so much happiness, especially since it means I won't see Spencer for a long time.

My parents ensured I was travelling first class to give me all the comfort possible, and I am grateful to them since the flight will be ten and a half hours long.

When I arrive, a driver is waiting for me at the airport. I had wanted to take the train to Cambridge, but my father didn't allow it. It wasn't out of love; he didn’t want an Astor travelling by public transport.

The driver takes me to Cambridge, a journey that takes an hour and a half. He stopped at the address where my parents bought me an apartment.

The apartment is furnished and comfortable. I sit down on the sofa with a broad smile, feeling perfect.

The next day, I arrived at the university. The building is entirely different from my school in Los Angeles, and the people here are also quite different.

On my first day, I sit next to a girl who looks pretty. She has long black hair and blue eyes, and her clothes don’t cover much.

"I am Clair," she says.

"I'm Cora," I reply, but my answer makes her look at me, stunned.

"Where did you come from?"

"I'm from LA," I respond.

"Really?" she asks, clearly intrigued.

"Where are you from?" I ask, noticing her accent that hints she's from England.

"I'm from West Yorkshire," she says, shaking my hand. By the end of the first day, Clair seems to enjoy spending time with me, and I want to be friends with her, too.

As the days pass, Clair and I become good friends. She invites me to a party, but I hesitate to go. However, she soon realises my genuine concern.

"You aren't overweight, and you shouldn't feel bad about it. You need to wear the right clothes," she tells me, echoing my mum’s advice, which makes me smile.

That day, she held my hand and insisted we go to the shopping centre together. I end up enjoying it. Clair picks out the perfect dress for me, and when I look in the mirror, I finally agree with her that I'm just a little overweight.

On the weekend, she arrives at my flat with a bottle of champagne. We drink while getting ready for a night out.

I’m surprised to notice some guys staring at me, but eventually, I start to enjoy the attention. We party the night away, forgetting everything else, and end up sleeping together in my flat's bed.

We have many nights like this, but after a few weeks, Clair comes up with an idea. She wants to hit the gym to work on her body. I enjoy being with her, so I agree to join her.

As time passes, training becomes part of my daily routine, and I start feeling proud when I look in the mirror. My curves begin to disappear, and after a year, I see a girl with an ideal shape. I'm gradually getting used to wearing makeup as Clair teaches me how to highlight and use the tools that I initially thought resembled torture devices.  At a party, I met a guy named Darren. I'm drawn to his looks, and I get excited when Clair tells me he’s the most handsome guy at school—the dream of every girl.

But I couldn't care less about his reputation. The only reason I'm interested in him is because he reminds me of Spencer.

We start dating, and I find myself enjoying the envious looks of others. We kiss frequently, and soon, he becomes a regular visitor to my flat. On the third evening, we spend together, our kiss turns passionate, and his hands slip to discover the places that turn me on. While he slips his hand between my legs and starts to massage the right spot with his fingers, I imagine Spencer doing this to me. This time, it isn't I who satisfies me. This time, imagining my brother being with me is less complicated.

He removes my bra and takes my nipple between his lips. I can't help but moan while his playful tongue satisfies my breasts, while he slips his two fingers inside my soaking wet, virgin vagina.

He knows this is the first time for me, and I have a little fear, but the need takes advantage of my mind, and I let him take me to my bedroom. My first orgasm hit me while his tongue and fingers were working together inside me and on my clit. After I calm down, I want to return the favour, and even if I have never done such a thing, I take his stone-hard cock, and I satisfy him with my mouth. However, soon, he stops me, and he lies me on my back. He asks me if I want it, and I nod, still in need.

The first thrust is painful, but he stops to let me get used to his size, and then he moves at a slow pace. Soon, I felt no pain, only pleasure, so I told him to move faster.

He doesn't know, but I recall my imagination from the bathroom that night when Spencer was a little drunk. I imagine him holding me and forcing my legs apart. In my mind, Spencer is kissing me while he enjoys my tight inner walls' grip around his hard cock. He occasionally gets my nipple in his mouth while he thrusts inside me, keeping his pace. My eyes roll back when my climax hits me again, and soon, he pulls his cock out to release his warm seeds onto my flat tummy.

We lay next to each other for a while, trying to regain our normal breathing. I was happy to lose my virginity finally, my only sadness was that the first one wasn’t Spencer.

Darren moved closer to me just as my phone began to ring. I glanced at the caller ID and was surprised to see that Spencer was calling.

“Who is it?” Darren asked.

“It’s my brother,” I replied.

“Answer the call!” he urged, but I shook my head.

“Not now,” I said, forcing a smile to make Darren believe I didn't want him to interrupt our moment. The truth was that I didn’t want Spencer to find out I wasn’t alone.

Soon after, he called me again. Even though it was difficult, I decided to turn my phone off. I couldn't wait for Darren to leave, and as soon as he did, I called Spencer back. I was surprised to hear his voice; he sounded drunk.