Free Seeking Karma by Melanie J. Cole

on all things Norman Bates.”  I can’t help myself, I actually giggle.   Why is he so obsessed with Norman Bates?
         “Okay, okay, I’ll watch Psycho.  I promise.  Can we please move on now?”
         “Whatever you want.”
         We keep going back and forth like this for over an hour.  Each of us firing off useless questions , at one another.  I don’t mind, though.  It’s fun and I’m learning a lot about him.  Albeit small things, I’m still getting to know him.  I think I could learn to trust him, someday.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 23
    TRENT
         I was on the phone with Karma, until after one this morning.  Damn, her soft sexy voice.  I get hard just hearing her talk.  I had to take another cold shower.  Hell, that girl should come with a warning label.  The things she does to me - without even trying.  I shake my head and comb my hair.  I have an early class, and I’m going to see if she needs a ride, before I leave.  Hopefully, I’ll get lucky like last time, and she’ll still be in her pajamas.
         I knock on her door, and jingle my keys in my pocket.  The door opens and Karma is standing in front of me.  Unfortunately, she’s fully dressed , in a pair of jeans, and a t-shit.  It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, though.  She still takes my breath away.
         I give her a big grin.  “Good morning.  I was wondering if you needed a ride.”
         She shakes her head.  “No.  I don’t have any classes today.  Do you want to come in for some coffee?”
         “I wish I could, but I’m kind of running late.”  I can’t hide the disappointment in my voice.  I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into me, but I want to spend every minute of the day , with her.  I really need to find a hobby.  Maybe, I could take up photography.  Nah, that wouldn’t be any good.  I’d probably end up plastering all of my walls with pictures of Karma.  I’d spend all of my time locked up in my room, jacking off to pictures of her.  Wow, I really am sad.
         By the time I’m finished with my last clas s, I’m starving.  I head to the diner where Karma and I had breakfast the other day.  I don’t like spending any unnecessary time on campus.  I’m afraid of running into dumbass - and if that ever happens - I’ll probably end up in prison.
         I’ve just ordered my burger and fries, when the bell on the door dings.  I look up , and instantly wish I could crawl underneath the table.  Dena’s gaze is locked on me.  I’m pretty sure she’s fucked every guy on campus – including me.  I do my best to avoid being with girls like that. Even I know when to stick it, and when to walk away.  The night I was with her, I’d been fucking trashed.  I don’t even remember it, but when I woke up, she was next to me.  I still had the condom on.  Thank God!  Trojan went above and beyond that night.  I’d got rid of her as soon as possible, and headed straight to the twenty-four-hour clinic.  I was scared to death my dick was going to fall off.  I didn’t think the guys were ever going to let me live that one down.
         “Hey handsome,” Dena slides into the booth next to me.  Shit!  She’ s practically on my lap.
         I scoot over , so that my shoulder is uncomfortably crammed against the wall.  “What’s up Dena?”  I ask dryly, not even sparing her a second glance. 
         “Why didn’t you call me?”  She purrs, running her hand down my chest.  I grab her hand and place it onto the table.  I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but I don’t want her to get the wrong idea – either.  I want her to be perfectly clear - I’m NOT interested in her.  I have nothing but regrets about the last time I was with her.
         She slips her hand beneath the table and grabs my dick.  “Do you want to go to the bathroom?  I’ll make it worth your