([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lijkrm/friday_saturday_sunday_mf_part_1/)) ([part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lj0w27/friday_saturday_sunday_mf_part_2/))
**Saturday (3)**
*Ok, but you stay put. You alright with that?*
I had no problem at all. If Sofia wanted to put on a show for her friend in the corner, I was up for it.
*Cool. Ground rules. Jane: the bed is ours. You sit down on your chair or come closer, whatever, but you’re not allowed on it. Also, his dick is mine, you can’t have it. But… you are allowed to make a wish. I f you want me, or him, to do something, just say it. Only once. And be specific. Please?*
The tone of her voice was… coy, I’d say. Bus she was definitely putting on a show for her friend and I was part of that.
Jane nodded at each and every rule. *Do I have to keep my clothes on?*, she then asked. Sofia was caught off guard.
*Hmm. Well.. you just made a big deal of your shaving habits, right? So let’s say you can only go bottomless.*
Uh-oh, that was unexpected.
Sofia crawled on the edge of the bed on all fours, shamelessly exposing her butt to me and her friend.
*You take the condom off*, she said.
She was being bossy but that was a relif.
Jane sat down on the chair; this time, she was wide awake.
I was about to take my freaky, hippie friend Sofia on a creaky bed, in a shabby hotel 200 miles from home, right in front of her bottomless, big-mouthed bestie.
And then it dawned on me: *John Lennon, he was right. Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.*
**Friday (1)**
*Hey! You alright?*
Yes, I was doing fine. But I was in a hurry and didn’t want to get caught up in a long convo with Fiona.
*So… still game on? Seeya on Sunday?*
*Sure! Sunday, lunchtime. I’ll get home in the morning so seeya for lunch, ok? Meet you at the station.*
Fiona had insisted on visiting me so many times that I’d finally gave in. Apparently, sleeping with her every night when I was back in my hometown – meaning: four or five days per month – wasn’t enough. She wanted to be something more than a good (great) shag to me.
Alright then. *Yes, come over. Come visit. Step into the new life I’m trying to build far from home. Help yourself.*
Truth is I was happy to have her when I was back home. A good escape from my messy family and my disappeared friends. A carefree relationship, a good laugh. Out for dinner from time to time, but never holding hands.
Having her over in my new one-bedroom student apartment, far from my hometown, deep into my new college life? Awkward.
Yes I know: selfish me.
Anyway, I was on a busy schedule that particular weekend.First and foremost: I wasn’t rushing to attend any lesson; I would’ve spent the evening, and the night, with Zoe.Then, on Saturday morning, I would have got on a train heading 100 miles south to meet Sofia for a good night out.Then again, back to my college life on Sunday morning.No lessons on Monday. The perfect crime, I guess.
Now, Zoe.
She just happened to sit behind me, back to back, on a ordinary Tuesday afternoon in the study room. My mate and I were not exactly studying, nor paying attention to the people around us to be honest.
*Nah, mate. Zoe? You know what? She’s a model right?*
*Yeah, sort of.*
*Right. Models! They’re all the same, drop-dead gorgeous, but FRIGID!*
*Whatcha talking about mate?*
*Trust me. Swear to god. I had a few. They just… they’re too beautiful. Too cool for that. Too cool for dirty.*
That was new to me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pnckjy/friday_saturday_sunday_mf_part_3