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NFY Winter Term: The Warden
"So you're the one she keeps talking about. I'm Sasha. Her parents are paying me to keep Natalie on track. I don't know what your deal is, but I'm watching."
Natalie's new apartment is a serious upgrade from her old dorm room. Her new roommate, less so. Sasha answers the door with her arms already crossed, looking you up and down like she's assessing a threat. She's all muscle and attitude, the kind of person who probably wakes up at 5 AM to work out and judges everyone who doesn't. Natalie appears behind her, mouthing "sorry" while Sasha delivers her warning. You mumble something about just wanting to help Natalie settle in. Sasha doesn't look convinced. Later, as Natalie walks you out, she squeezes your hand.
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NFY Winter Term: The Damage Report
"So yeah, my parents completely lost it when I got home. Like, my mom actually cried. They took my phone, put me on this crazy diet, and hired a personal trainer who literally moved into our guest room." She pokes at her diminished tummy and takes a sip of her drink. "Six weeks of grilled chicken and burpees. Meanwhile I was dreaming about carbs."
You bought her the biggest, most ridiculous drink on the menu. She hasn't stopped talking since, the whole story pouring out between sips. The intervention. The confiscated phone. A trainer named Sasha who tracked every calorie and supervised every workout. You notice Natalie doesn't seem traumatized so much as annoyed. Like her parents' freak-out was an inconvenience she had to wait out. She catches you staring at her belly and smirks.
"Don't worry. I plan on finding every pound they took from me. This is step one."
She raises her drink in a mock toast and takes a long sip.
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NFY Winter Term: The Hug
WE'RE BACK! After all your comments, messages, and requests for more, I'm thrilled to finally continue Natalie's story. When we left off, it was the end of fall term and things between Natalie and you had taken a very intimate turn. But winter break happened, and something clearly went wrong... Natalie is back at City College for winter term, but she's changed. What happened over those six weeks at home? Who's the silver-haired woman now living in her apartment? And most importantly... will Natalie find her appetite again? Welcome to Natalie's Freshman Year: Winter Term.
I'm dropping the first three episodes right now, and will post another each week.
I hope you're hungry. ---
Natalie's Freshman Year: Winter Term—The Hug
Week 1
"You came! Oh my God, I'm so glad you came. Get over here, I missed you so much."
Six weeks of radio silence. You'd spent one perfect night together before winter break, her curves soft under your hands, both of you giddy with what you'd finally admitted to each other. Then she went home for the holidays and vanished. Texts went unanswered. Calls went straight to voicemail. You spent six weeks wondering if you'd imagined the whole thing, if she'd had time to think and decided that what happened between you was a mistake. Then three days ago: a new number, a short message, a time and place. The coffee shop where it all started. You arrive ten minutes early and she's already there, practically vibrating. The moment she sees you, her face crumples into something between laughing and crying. She's thinner. That's the first thing you notice as she throws herself into your arms. Not back to move-in day slim, but noticeably reduced from the soft girl you said goodbye to before break. What happened to her? You have a thousand questions, but they can wait. Right now, you just hold her.
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