“Hey there. Aren’t you the two girls from the parking lot back in Philadelphia?” Out of nowhere appeared the guy that Kristy couldn’t even have the balls to go after.
“Oh yes. I forgot your name is it-”
“Garry. Garry Albright. I remember yours. It’s Jenna and your cute little girlfriend is Kristy. I have been looking for you guys. I haven’t seen you since that day. Where is your friend?” He was so cute with his sparkling smile reminding Jenna of one of those sports illustrated superstars that the world loved to know more about.
“Oh, she is in the ladies’ room. She should be out in a moment.”
“Well listen, I have an engagement. I wanted to invite you and her to go on my yacht tomorrow. I can meet you in the hotel lobby say 10:00 AM. Can you both come?” Garry asked.
“Certainly. It sounds like fun. We’re leaving the day after tomorrow. What an awesome way to spend our last day here.” Jenna thought lustfully to herself and a great opportunity to get the fuck of her life. She couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge in the center of his white tennis shorts.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll cya then Jenna. Can a guy get a hug?”
“Certainly.” Standing up hugging him was like clinging onto a mass of steel he was so strong and smelled like fresh pine needles. It took all the strength she had within her not to have a major orgasm.
“We’ll have some fun tomorrow. For sure. Can’t wait to see you both.”
Walking off, Jenna had a new fantasy as she gazed around in the dingy ceilings of the tavern. The dusty russet ceiling fans twirling around their swishing noises reminding her of the crashing ocean surf, her naked body sprawled about as Garry’s skinny taut body dominated hers. Penetrating her tight pussy walls, he moaned as his tight muscles rubbed against her soft skin. Shaking he caressed her swollen breasts running his tongue along every crevice. Pumping his hard dick deeper than any man has gone as the roar of the sea clashed against the dark rocky inlet his moans deafening her conscious she desired to have every bit of him in every available hole.
“Hey, wasn’t that guy Garry? What was he here for?” Bringing her back to the land of reality with her battery of questions as if she was a DA, Kristy bellowed demanding explanations.
“Calm down detective. He was just making some small talk and he invited us to go on his yacht tomorrow. Isn’t that cool? He must be rich and he has a hot body to go with it.”
“Well, he owns his some big publishing business. I am sure he has plenty of money.” Kristy answered her face conveyed all her feelings in that stone cold glare.
“It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow we will have fun.”
Chapter 10
Staring out into the twinkling sky from their third-floor hotel room, Kristy was infuriated with Jenna and at the same time deeply depressed. Once again, she found herself wanting something she just couldn’t have. Her feelings for Jenna this past week have increased in more ways than she could ever imagine. Making it worse, Garry the man of her dreams not only was he bisexual but he would soon be swallowed up by Jenna. Jenna with her slender perfect woman looks. Jenna with the career that anyone would die for working for the city government not having to even put in one weekend hour. From her long flowing blonde hair to her slender perfect body she can rake in any man she wanted.
Recalling her own childhood her mother always said every night before she and her sister went to bed that their dreams could be as numerous as these stars out here. Pointing to the dark sky amidst the sea of twinkling lights, a gazing moon would overlook their Philadelphia neighborhood as hundreds of families prepared for sleep she went to bed many times believing those words. She could have anything she wanted her mother would say in that broken Irish accent of hers whether it be a good career, husband, children, whatever it was, it was within reach. Looking out into the sky on this balmy night she couldn’t help but wonder if it was one of many things that parents tell their children to put them asleep and keep their little worlds safe from harm. In reality, no one can get what they want unless you have looks, money, and power Kristy thought as she sunk down into the patio chair.
“Hey, you ok?” There was she -- Ms. Sex herself Jenna wearing a sheer negligee practically teasing Kristy with her plump melon size breasts.
“I’m fine. Just bummed we have to go home soon.”
“Ok. I know it sucks. But tomorrow we’ll have a blast. I’m sure of it.” Smiling she went back in holding a glass of red wine in her dainty hands.
Banging the unyielding surface of the glass table Kristy felt years of rejection and disappointment begin to well up in her again. Not even experiencing an orgasm as her dear friend had so many countless times she feared she would be just like her mother -- an old maiden left working a dead end job that provided no room for opportunity, happiness, or financial security. Life was so damn unfair Kristy thought as a well of tears streamed down her cheeks.
Chapter 11
Bright and early the following day Garry arrived in the hotel lobby dressed in loose fitting jean shorts, tennis shoes, and a multi-colored t-shirt. Kristy couldn’t help but notice his firm chest peeking out, the results of many many workouts. His legs too were well defined his calves standing out amidst his bronzed skin. Every inch of him spelled out stud a man with lots of money who can take any woman to bed he wanted.
Jenna dressed for the event as always came prancing down the lobby corridor dressed in a skimpy hot pink bathing suit. The material which was practically transparent barely covered her perky breasts just waiting to bounce out in the open, had a spaghetti strap that lightly held up the top piece. It seemed as though one gust of the wind or a mere push of that strap and the entire hotel would see what she had to offer. Surrounding her bottom half equally liberal if not downright bold, the loosely fitting material practically appeared as a pair of underwear teasing the world with hints of her butt cheeks. Those slender legs of hers were flawless and drew the attention of many of her suitors and Garry was no exception. Kristy saw how his roaming eyes scanned her friend’s body the way a kid eyes up a candy store where he is given free rein to pick anything he wants.
“Hey, you guys ready? I am so hot standing here.” Kristy interrupted the obvious physical attraction these two were sizing up.
“Sure. Let’s go ladies. We will have such a great time. It’s a gorgeous day out here. You ladies really picked a great time to come.” Putting out his elbow he grabbed each of their hands and paraded out of the hotel while the locals observed the whole thing with crazed looks.
Kristy hated she was being observed and judged in such a way. After all, she lived her life modestly and was the complete opposite of Jenna. Never even kissing a boy unless she had true feelings for him, she kept her mother’s rigid upbringing always in the back of her mind. Whenever she saw a gorgeous guy she wanted, she could hear her mother’s thick accent telling her a lady never kisses a man until she truly knows he is the one, my love. Thoughts of her mother sitting in their small home on Frankford Avenue while she knit those tiny baby sweaters she sold faithfully every weekend at the local swap meet to make ends meet brought a flood of emotion to Kristy.
Garry had more money than Kristy anticipated. Standing outside in the hotels winding driveway was a sleek tinted black limousine. The driver who was equally attractive in his ebony suit and glossy hat had piercing turquoise eyes, fair skin and pieces of brunette hair poking through the top of his forehead. His hands were huge like that of a tree bark. Standing there at the attention his eyes looking into the distance as if she nor Jenna made a bit of difference to him, Kristy couldn’t help but notice the beads of sweat dripping off his forehead. He sure must be hot underneath all that clothing, she thought to herself. Secretly she imagined his naked body his muscled arms cradling her on the beach after a hot session of intense sex. For the first time in her entire life since puberty, she felt her own hormones flow through her. She was in dire need of some physical connection anything that would gi
ve meaning to her pathetic life.
“Freddy, these are the two young ladies I was telling you about. This gorgeous beauty is Jenna and this young lady is Kristy. Aren’t they stunning?” Garry spoke to his lifeless driver.
“Yes, sir they are. To the yacht, I presume.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir. Onward we go.” Saluting Garry as if he were a high-ranking officer in the military, Kristy couldn’t help but smile at the silliness of it all.
“Freddy is ex-marines and still has a hard time realizing he is no longer in the strict environment that the government demands of its soldiers. He is a good guy still single and a blast to have a good time with.” Garry chimed in noticing Kristy’s muffled laughter.
The inside of Garry’s limousine was something out of one of those rich people magazines. The seats made up of a velvet material were like sitting on silk. The floor a soft fleece vibrated a tickling swoosh of fresh air up into the compartment. Protruding from the center of the tinted backseat window separating Freddy from them, a silver tray appeared with three sparkling glasses filled with champagne. In the center of the tray sat an oval white dish tiny crackers and what appeared to be caviar. Right above them playing on one of those tiny television screens you would see in a nurses’ station in bright colors was a couple of young college guys screwing a skinny brunette.
“Ah, I thought you ladies would like some viewing material before our trip on the sea.” Garry smirked the dimples in his cheeks giving him that sweet innocent boys look that must have gotten him laid multiple times.
“Oh yeah. My kind of fun indeed.” Jenna smiled back loosening her bra giving Garry a sneak preview.
“You would.” Kristy responded back sighing in disgust regretting she even invited her on this trip.
“Oh, lighten up. Why don’t you drink some champagne and have some of these delicious crackers with the appetizer?” Smacking her lips running her tongue along them in that seductive way that she must have done countless times with all her men she grabbed one of the crackers and put a nice amount of the fish on one of them.
“Yuck. What hell is that shit, baby?” Grimacing spitting out whatever she just ate Jenna grabbed a napkin off the silver tray and wiped her mouth.
Enjoying Jenna’s displeasure for just a moment Kristy thought to herself that is what you get for being a whore and a bitch. Trying to hide her smile didn’t work too well judging by Jenna’s darting eyes looking at her in that dagger-like glare that said if you say anything I’ll kick your ass. Sitting back closing her eyes she contemplated that maybe today would be a good day after all. Anytime Jenna made an ass of herself which wasn’t often was always a good time.
“Oh, that you just ate caviar. Did you not like it?” Garry asked.
“Hell no.”
Laughing Kristy and Garry burst out practically falling onto the floor. His boyish looks and dazzling smile locked with hers. For a brief moment, Kristy could feel that missing emotional connection that one she had been yearning for as long as she could remember. If it weren’t for Jenna’s glaring looks she would have snuck in a brief kiss. Maybe she should have made out with him that day in the bookstore Ms. Coyle or no Ms. Coyle, he was worth it.
“Ladies we’re here.” Pointing out the left window next to Kristy.
Stretching for miles along the pristine waters a massive yacht nearly two stories in height painted a festive blue and white, sat along the boating dock. It's quiet presence slowly rocking back and forth as passing boats streamed by on this warm morning the rippled waves sending a light shock through the tranquility of the ocean. A crew of men and women dressed in neatly ironed white uniforms and bow ties stood on the top deck in obedience waiting for their master to arrive. The United States flag rippled ushered by the light early morning winds from the peak of the colossal white pole. The story below where the crew stood, had their own mini decks with long oblong windows. On the second floor was a spacious floor complete with a bar and a private pool.
“Come on ladies. Let’s have some fun. The day is young and time is on our side.” Garry said.
“Yes let’s, baby!” Jenna replied as she kissed him on the tip of his lips practically leaping her lizard tongue down his throat.
Sickened once again at the sight of it all Kristy just wanted to turn around and hide in her own corner. Reluctantly she followed the two of them hoping maybe one of those nasty thunderstorms that hit these parts from time to time would rear its ugly head and spoil the day’s festivities.
Chapter 12
Hours later they parked in some remote lagoon the crystal clear waters a perfect scene for a hot rendezvous. With all the crew staff tucked away in the recesses of the massive ship Kristy, Jenna and Garry had the entire bottom deck to themselves. Garry took off his shirt showing off his pale blonde hairy chest his stomach a perfect six pack that anyone would die to run their fingers along. Every inch of him was so perfect and yet so untouchable. Kristy couldn’t help but notice the perfect body of her best friend Jenna trim, sexy and absolutely void of any imperfections. The two were like a perfect pair match from utopia. Their eyes locking on each other from the white chase lounge chairs set up along the deck, Garry’s manhood resurrecting its largeness through his sea blue shorts. Jenna would have fun with that, Kristy thought to herself. It was always about Jenna and what she wanted in life. Sitting, drinking a long glass of orange juice she dug her nails into the hard leather surface of the chair silently watching this atrocity as it occurred. Oh, how she just wanted to tell Jenna what this guy is really about -- he was gay or bisexual and playing both fields. Boy, that would really spoil Jenna’s bubble. It would be too much for her to handle.
“Hey, ladies why don’t we go for a swim?” Garry asked.
“That sounds like fun. Kristy, want to swim, hon?” Jenna asked in that innocent seductive voice that got her into the pants of many guys through the years.
“I’ll pass. I’m just going to stay here.”
“Ok. Well, we’ll be right here. Join if you want.” Running to the top of the deck she placed her perfectly shaped feet and plunged into the pure blue waters of the lagoon.
Jealousy for the first time reared its ugly head in Kristy’s life. Never before had she experienced anything like that. Watching those two grind on each other, Garry with his glistening strong body against Jenna’s slender perfect ten his hands cupping her breasts and running his tongue between them. Both were so beautiful and neither of them was within reach. Kristy who had always been the oddball, the nerd, the one with bad looks and the lifeless hairstyles once again had to sit and watch others have fun and she was on the outside looking in. Her old feelings of Jenna from middle school when she first set eyes on her soft skin, short cut blonde hair and still developing breasts and fantastic personality that could get them out of any jam, came to full surface. Complicating things, she was presented with the most handsome man she had ever seen with his shiny surfer boy blonde hair, boyish dimpled face, and contagious smile that probably won over many women.
Kissing him on the tip of his cheeks slowly running her tongue along the incline of his jaw and into his lips her hand making an upward gesture in the water down below as Garry groaned was more than Kristy could bear. Putting his head back screaming in the deepest grunt she ever heard a man make it was boisterous enough to cause some resting birds from the rocky inlet to flap their snow white wings and scatter through the sapphire sky. That was it, Kristy thought angrily to herself, she is just sitting there with him taunting me -- I can’t take this shit. Running off she didn’t care if she slept the rest of the trip in her cabin.
Chapter 13
Crashing onto her bed hoping no one could hear her muffled tears Kristy just wanted it all to be over. The trip, the vacation, everything. Let me get back to my dull life in Philadelphia and go back to working for Ms. Coyle, the slave driver. Clenching her fists into the smooth surface of the bed sheets listening to the cries of some geese cackling
to themselves in the distance she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be animal of this sort. She recalled many times in school learning about the mating cycles of animals. When they were old enough to mate they made some sort of call or put off a scent and the deed was done. Why did humans have to be so evolved and concerned with feelings? She had needs and the chance of her meeting anyone that would be on her level was next to null.
Throwing her pillow across the room she didn’t even see Jenna there standing, her wet body dripping from her nakedness as if she were some fountain of youth. Her eyes widened in shock she stared at her best friend as if she didn’t recognize her. At this point, Kristy didn’t care her feelings were crushed as if someone had taken a bow and arrow and punctured her heart leaving her to bleed to death. Except, in this case, it wasn’t her blood oozing out it was her own feelings and trust being shattered into a million fragments.
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