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by Naughty Aphrodite


  Looking at the kitchen clock above her microwave the light green numbers were showing it was practically 9:00 AM and Kristy panicked. The store opened in less than two hours and she wasn’t even half way dressed. That and the nasty winter storm outside would surely cause her to be extra late. She could hear Ms. Coyle’s raspy voice, a product of years of chain smoking, scold her for not being on time and that a true worker always showed up thirty minutes or sooner. After all, she was an employee of the company for nearly forty years and she never missed a day or was so much as a minute late. Despite loathing this job and wishing she could just find anything that would give her a brighter future, Ms. Coyle was about to retire in three weeks and rumor had it she was seriously contemplating Kristy as her replacement. Her job paid nearly double the salary Kristy was accustomed to and she would be considered a full-time corporate employee. The last thing she wanted on this bitter day to add to her agony was to be late.

  “Ok boys and girls, here is our question for the game of fortune contest. Get ready gang.” In the background, Kristy heard one of the radio personalities spin the wheel of chance its tick-tock sound like that of a time bomb about to go off in the middle of some highly populated shopping mall.

  Walking back to her bedroom rushing to get her makeup and hair done, she could hear Hank’s voice saying today’s topic would be on history. If there was ever a topic she knew all too well, it was history. Kristy can still recall sitting in Mr. Smith’s 8th grade Social Studies class, his wrinkled cheeks and wispy brown mustache reminding her of some English man from one of those old mystery movies her father used to watch every weekend. Jenna, her best friend, sitting behind her usually flirting with every boy she laid eyes on and giggling away at Mr. Smith’s monotonous lectures. She always managed to get them both in trouble.

  Jenna, the girl who couldn’t even get a passing grade in high school and had to take eight weeks of summer school just to graduate, wound up with the better life. It wasn’t but two months since they graduated and one of the many men Jenna dated happened to be one of the mayor’s top advisors and needed a secretary. Jenna could barely write let alone type, yet a few screws later, and she had the job regardless of her abilities. There were many times Kristy just wanted to scream and say life wasn’t fair.

  “Ok boys and girls, today’s history question for an all-expense paid trip to St. Bart’s in the Caribbean for you and a good friend. Who freed the slaves? The first person to get through and provide the correct answer will win the all paid Caribbean trip to St. Bart’s Island.” Hank yelled into the mic his booming voice resonating all through Kristy’s apartment.

  “Abraham Lincoln! I know it!” Kristy started jumping up and down. Sophia gazed at her in that sheepish stare she did when she was between sleep and reality, her lounging feline body sprawled across the bottom of her bed.

  Running around through the bedroom frantically searching for her cell phone listening for the number to call, Kristy had to give this a chance. If there ever was a chance for her to have anything good in her life this was it. Caribbean islands were known for romance and gorgeous men. Visions of her naked body sprawled along the white sandy beaches and clear blue waters as tall dark skinned men massaged and made love to her body flashed before her.

  Hidden underneath her outfit for today, her shiny silver cell phone glistened in the sunlight as the clouds separated in the tumultuous sky outside. Clutching her phone, she quickly dialed the number Hank blurted out and to her astonishment it rang right through. John and Hank sang their usual tune “Hey guys thanks for calling in to the John and Hank show where we talk about everything from your sex life to your future. Don’t forget Wednesday’s is Psychic Jackie day.”

  Another talk show favorite, Jackie was a world renowned psychic with her elongated jet black eyelashes and dark brown eyes who thousands around the world flocked to when they heard she was doing a performance. Not a big fan of Jackie herself Kristie still recalled that day last summer when she spent nearly one hundred dollars to go to one of her readings down at the Wells Fargo Center only to be told that she would never find happiness in her life. She had a dark cloud that would never go away. Apparently, something to do with bad karma from a previous life. Nothing could be changed. Just hearing Jackie's name caused her to want to vomit up her ham and cheese omelet.

  “Hey there, you have reached Hank. What is your name?” Lost in her own thoughts of hating Jackie The Psychic Kristie almost lost her chance until she heard Hank saying this is the Hank and John show do you have the answer to today’s game challenge.

  “Oh my gosh yes! It’s Abraham Lincoln! He freed the slaves!” Kristy screamed shocked she actually got through to speak to Hank, the hottest radio personality in Philadelphia.

  “You are correct! What is your name young lady?”

  “It’s Kristy. Kri-- Kristy Anderson.” Stuttering one of her childhood traits that disappeared after college always came back when her nerves were on edge.

  “Well, Ms. Anderson you are one lucky lady. You and another lucky guest will be going to an all-expense paid trip for 5 days to St. Bart’s Island in the Caribbean. May I ask who you will be bringing?”

  “Oh, my best friend Jenna Martin.” Just as she realized she said that she couldn’t even take it back. It was too late to go back -- she had already passed go and there was no turning the wheel of time backwards.

  “I am sure she will be thrilled. Well, I need you and Jenna to come to the station this evening at 6:00 PM to get your tickets so we can take a picture for our website. Can you do that Kristy?”

  “Sure thing.”

  “Fantastic! Ok cool. We will see you at 6:00 PM sharp. We are located at 1515 Market Street by Love Park. Thanks for playing Kristy. We’ll see you then.”

  Kristy couldn’t believe what she just committed to. Her job and everything else would be on the line. Not only would she not get the big promotion she might not have a job at all! As if to acknowledge her already tumultuous turn of events, the roaring winds kicked up again shaking her third-floor apartment. The bitter cold air from outside crept its way into her quaint apartment.

  How could she even think of taking Jenna? Sure, they were best friends but they were two different people. Jenna lived her life on the edge, Kristy, on the other hand, weighed every decision and wrote an action plan out before even following through.

  Ever since they were kids, she always wanted to be like Jenna with her flashy clothes and promiscuous ways but her rigid Catholic upbringing wouldn’t allow for such luxuries. If ever she even tried to put on a coat of lipstick her mother would start demanding she sit in her bedroom praying and studying the Bible.

  The idea of bringing Jenna on this trip went against everything she believed in. But then again they were best friends -- she was closer to Jenna than she was to her own sister Dolores.

  She had to cancel, though. There was no way she could go on this trip. She had a job to do and she had to show Ms. Coyle she was reliable. Getting up and going on some fancy paid trip to the Caribbean didn’t seem like a rational idea at this time. About to hit the redial button on her phone and let the Hank and John show know she couldn’t do this, her phone chirped its melodious bird song.

  “Hello.”

  “Girl, this is so cool! I am so excited! I will pick you up tonight after work. I think we should leave like 5:00. Is that good?” Jenna already hyped up and having things planned out was more than ecstatic about their impending plans.

  “Uh..yeah... but you know I...” Just as she tried to explain about Ms. Coyle, Jenna chimed in as she always did and took right over.

  “Cool, I’ll text you about fifteen minutes before I get there. See you girl. I am so excited you invited me. I love you tons.”

  That quick, in a matter of thirty seconds, Kirsty won a trip and had no way out of it. She just wanted to let Jenna know that this wasn’t a good time for her to go. Maybe she could have someone to go with Jenna. Ms. Coyle wouldn’t
like this at all. Not sure what to do she sat down and cried. Overwhelmed as she truly needed a break, she hadn’t had a real vacation in nearly three years since her mother passed away.

  Chapter 2

  All morning Jenna couldn’t help but think of her and Kristy spending time together in St. Bart’s. The island of romance and leisure they would have more men than they could possibly hope for. True, Kristy was more shy and awkward with men than she was but Jenna knew the tropics would spark the wild side out of her. That girl with bleached skin and lifeless brown hair would finally have a spark in her that no one could put out.

  Jenna also knew that Kristy was notorious for backing out of shit to avoid issues. She knew that she truly wanted that promotion at Parker Brothers. If only she could call Ms. Coyle herself and tell her how important this was for Kristy to have this break in her life. She has been struggling with bills and finances for months now, barely able to make ends meet and all because she stayed at a job that though she didn’t like much she was hoping to someday rise to the top and be somebody in the business.

  Sitting in the lounge on the second floor other co-workers were discussing their families and children, their smiles speaking volumes. Despite her many rendezvous she truly didn’t have the happiness, she wanted in life. She knew Kristy was jealous of her -- she could always see it in her vivid dark eyes as if they were saying you know I am the one with the smarts and did well in school all you cared about is getting laid.

  That was so true and Jenna knew it but deep down she wanted happiness and completion in her life just like some of these people in the very office she worked at. There, right behind her, sat Gail Jones a three-hundred-pound whale with smeary red rouge and purple lipstick her blouses were so loose fitting they practically made her look like a floating balloon. Just as she was chowing down on some gooey cinnamon roll she giggled in that school girl voice about how she and her husband Neil made love in the shower last night. There was a difference between hot sweaty sex and intense mouth to mouth kissing where you are caressing each other’s body parts in slow sensual movements. If only Kristy knew that she was as pathetic as she was just in a different sense.

  Flipping through her phone looking at her social media account she reveled at the pics of her sister Josie and her husband Andy in their new home in Phoenix. Josie looked great in that bright red bathing suit as she laid sprawled out on the back of her green patio chair. The sprawling deep brown mountains pierced through the clear deep blue sky revealing such a perfect paradise that any woman would dream of. Andy stooped beside her with his wavy jet black hair and intense sepia eyes, his ripped muscles the envy of many of his friends for sure. Josie had it all: a hot man who deeply loved her and hot sex all in one package. What did it take to find such a perfect situation Jenna wondered as she reclined back in her chair sipping her coffee. Right now she could use a cigarette but she had vowed she would stop quitting by her twenty-fifth birthday. Just a few months away and she had only been cold turkey for three months. Deep within her, she could feel the strong desire to just light up and breath in all that nicotine and just relax all her nerves.

  “Hey, baby. How is it going? You free? I have a half hour.” Distracting her from her own world of sadness and jealousy, stood the sinewy body of twenty-four-year-old Derek Jackson.

  Derek was the essence of sex with his dark chocolate skin tone, ravishing turquoise eyes, and six pack that any woman would die to lie next to. Luckily, his apartment was right next door to work and they could both have a hot workout before returning to work. Gazing at his manhood peeking through those gray slacks of his, its hardness was ready for the mission. Her wet pussy below was certainly ready to receive. Jealousy and looking at pics of her sister had a weird way of bringing her hormones into full swing. Debating on the right thing to do, didn’t take long for Jenna. Putting her hand up on his bulky hand as it rested on her shoulder she smiled wanting him to enter her so badly.

  “Hey, I have an idea. I think we should do it here. The last of the lunch crew is leaving. We can put the lights out and lock the doors and have some real fun.” Jenna stood up whispering in Derek’s ear lightly running her tongue along his neck.

  “Ah, you’re a freaky bitch. I love that idea. My shit is hard as fuck too.” Moving her hand towards his intense piece she couldn’t wait to feel it deep within her walls.

  Just as Gail wobbled her whale-sized ass half way down the hall outside the lounge, Derek tiptoed over looking back at Jenna smiling with his finger over his lips. The scene reminded her of some detective about to walk up on a crook just as he was about to steal the hidden treasures of a lost ancient society. Except, in this case, her womanhood would be stolen and become the property of her dark prince. The thought of it all caused her panties to get soaked with excitement.

  Walking over to Derek as he locked the door and cut the lights she unleashed the thick monster underneath his pants. Gazing at its elongated thick girth it reminded Jenna of a coca cola can with its thickness. Running her tongue along the long shaft and the tip of his hardness she pleasured in hearing his deep moans as he begged her to suck it deeper. Opening her mouth, she swallowed the entire length of his hard cock. His balls slapping against her face, she wanted to feel him deep inside her with each passing second. His trousers and batman boxers pulled down at his ankles Jenna couldn’t help but laugh to herself not knowing Derek was an avid fan of the famous sports hero. Running her fingers along his lean powerful legs she loved watching them arch as he penetrated her.

  “Ah, baby, you give such great head. You ready for me to eat that pussy?” Smiling his eyes rolling back in his head like a slot machine about to hit the jackpot.

  “Fuck yes. Please give it to me.”

  Undoing her shirt and skirt she lay down on the floor waiting for his long tongue to reach within in her. Taking his shirt off his hard nipples standing at attention as the sweat off his body glistened in the sunlight that peeked in through the windows Jenna laid back waiting for him to bring her to pure ecstasy. Lightly probing the inside of her pussy his lapping tongue licking up her moistness Jenna experienced one muscle orgasmic spasm after another. Every part of her body tightened in pure pleasure. This was better than any workout.

  “Ah, fuck baby. Ahhhhhh. Please don’t stop. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Jenna moaned boisterously not even worried if anyone heard her.

  “Fuck yeah, your pussy is so fucking wet. I think I want to put my hard dick in you. Fuck you’re so hot, Jenna.”

  Laying on top of her, his man scent filling the air he thrust his hardness deeper than ever before. His long dick opened the pussy walls with each thrust. Derek’s muscled biceps squeezed with each penetration. Moving quicker and quicker with each grunt his moans becoming louder with each passing second Jenna wailed begging for him to fuck her deeper and deeper. His balls slapped against her pussy harder and harder as if they were physically assaulting her.

  Jenna had the deepest orgasm ravaged through her body. It zipped through her in one climatic splurge. All the juices within her spiraled down into her vaginal area moistening Derek’s hard dick just as he moaned one final time. She could tell he was about to cum right along with her. His eyes back in his head clinging to her breasts licking each area.

  “Ah fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ah, shitttttt.” Derek moaned just as his hot man juice flooded the insides of her. Squeezing her breasts together like they were a couple of oranges being tested for freshness in the supermarket, Jenna was so glad she didn’t stop her birth control prescription.

  His warm juice still oozing within her, they both laid on top of each other kissing and rubbing each other. Maybe Derek was the man of her dreams. Sure, it was just sex but he had so much more to offer. He was compassionate he always took her out to lunch and dinner, he did things other guys never dreamed of doing. She was beginning to feel she was falling in love.

  “Derek Jackson I think I am falling in love with you.”

  “You know, baby, I thin
k I am too. I fucking love you. I never said that to any girl before.”

  The look in his eyes told Jenna everything she could ever hope for in a relationship. He was cute, strong, and had a heart of gold. He was loyal, he never fucked around with other girls the entire time they had been screwing around. She felt it was time to settle down and fall for someone who would truly believe in her.

  “I think we should get married.” Derek said still panting after a vigorous twenty-minute workout.

  “You know I think so too.”

  As if saying those words triggered something else within her, Jenna began to think of Kristy. Kristy, her best friend since 7th grade who needed her, who trusted her with her deepest desires. Certainly, Kristy would be happy that she is getting married and finally settling down. Dreams of a grand wedding with all her friends and Kristy dressed in a gorgeous sunflower dress showing the peaks of her breasts brought thoughts Jenna had long forgotten about. Kristy had a pretty smile and an absolutely terrific personality.

  For years she secretly had a crush on Kristy. She always wanted to ask her out on a date and make love to her. Hold hands, kiss and tell each other’s deepest secrets. One time, while in high school they were in the shower after gym class all the girls were gone. They stood next to each other. Jenna couldn’t help but notice how swollen Kristy’s breasts were with beauty. Every cleft and inch of them were so innocent never before caressed or held. They called out to Jenna. Once again she could feel her pussy get wet but this time, it wasn’t for Derek’s manhood it was for her best friend of nearly fifteen years.

 

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