“Well, I should probably go find Clementine,” Christian decided, covering his now full erection with the black dog leash. Christian wouldn’t have an issue with keeping a girl happy.
“Okay, good luck.” I smiled my sick, twisted victory smile. Looking around to the empty backyard, I slid my fingers through the leg of my bikini. Aahh. That felt amazing. Keeping my eyes open for anyone around, I rubbed myself to bliss, thinking about the too-young neighbor boy. It wasn’t until I felt the first wave that young Christian was replaced with Sam’s piercing eyes, staring down at me the way he did when he fucked me, and I came.
Angelica and Porsha Briggs were at my house early the following morning. Why, I don’t know. The two of them had the whole thing planned out already. I agreed with everything they said, not giving a shit about the pink carnations and white string-lights dangling close to each vase. I did care about the text message from Sam.
S- Hey there pretty girl. How are you?
I wanted to text, missing you, but didn’t. Kendra- Okay, how are you?
S- Missing you <3
Kendra- Me too. I need to be fucked.
S- You’re so bad.
Kendra- And dirty.
S- Yes, definitely dirty. You just made me have a twitch.
Kendra- Great, now you made the same thing happen to me down there, thinking about it happening to you.
S- Call me. We’ll talk each other through it.
Kendra- Can’t, I have company, but I will take you up on it later.
S- I’ll see if I have time for you then.
Kendra- Make time.
“Kendra?”
“Huh, I mean, excuse me?” I said, hearing Porsha. I was sure that wasn’t the first time my name was called.
“Do you like the idea of the white lace being over the pink tablecloths? I’m thinking it will accent the white string-lights.”
“Yeah, yeah. I think that is a very good idea,” I agreed. Whatever. I could care less.
Kendra- talk later.
S- Fine.
Kendra- What are you, five?
Olivia showed up shortly after noon and served us hors d’oeuvres, Camembert cheese and crackers, and then a garden salad with my favorite wine. I didn’t think they would ever leave. All I could think about was phone sex with Sam. How did that even work?
I didn’t get to find out that day. Sam was a trader. He went out on a yacht for someone else. It was nice to see Olivia and let her handle the party at the beach house I didn’t want to have. I could only think about Sam being out with someone else. Why that should even matter made no sense to me. Sam wasn’t a pet, I wasn’t keeping him, and he was free to fuck whomever he wanted, except…He didn’t use protection with me. What if he didn’t use it for other girls? What if he gave me something? I would kill him.
The day turned out to be the longest ever. I texted Sam many times. He never answered, not that I thought he would. If he were out in the ocean, he wouldn’t get it until he was back on shore.
“Did you want me to go home now, or were you planning on me staying the week?” Olivia asked, interrupting my last text message to Sam.
“Of course, I want you here the entire week. Why would you ask such a rhetorical question?”
“I’m sorry. It’s fine. I can stay.”
“Can you get me a glass of wine? Bring it upstairs to my balcony.”
Looking out over my balcony in my backyard was nothing compared to the front yard ocean at the beach house. That’s where I wanted to be, maybe out on the yacht with Sam inside me.
“Sit down,” I ordered when Olivia returned with my wine.
“Why? I mean, okay,” Olivia agreed, changing her tune when she saw the dissatisfied look on my face.
After thinking about it for a second, I made Olivia get another glass and join me for an evening glass of wine. I could tell she was uncomfortable about it, which in turn, added to my satisfaction.
“How old are you, Olivia?” I asked curiously.
“Twenty-five.”
“Do you date? I mean, it seems like you’ve dedicated almost the entire last year of your life to me.”
Olivia smiled shyly. “I don’t date. I’m actually engaged. Jackson just left three weeks ago for his second deployment. He’ll be gone for twelve months this time.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, surprised. I wasn’t really expecting that.
“Yes. We’re trying to save what we can while he is in the service. We want to buy a house close to my parents and start a family.”
“So you do have sex?” I expressed boldly, causing her to squirm and feel very anxious. I loved it.
“Well, we do when he’s home. He lives on base at Fort Rucker in Alabama when he’s not deployed. He has one more year.”
“Hmm. And then what? I mean, is he going to go to school? It takes a lot of money to support a family. Will you continue to work?”
“Jackson is studying to be an engineer while he is in the service. I will work if I need to, but we’re hoping I can just stay home and be a housewife and a mother.”
I didn’t care about all that. “I see. Tell me about your sex life,” I coaxed, treading on a layer of ice I wasn’t sure would hold me. She could have told me it wasn’t my business, but common sense told me she needed the money.
“Wha-what about it?”
“Is Jason good in bed?”
“Jackson. Yes, very good.”
“Tell me about it. Does he go down on you?”
“Mrs. Ashby, I don’t know if this is proper conversation to have with my boss.”
“Then don’t consider me your boss. We’ve known each other long enough to say we’re friends, don’t you think? Isn’t that what girlfriends talk about? Sex?” I persuaded, giving her the eye over the rim of my glass.
“Um, yeah. He’s uh, he does that,” she admitted.
I could feel the throbbing between my legs once again, picturing Olivia and her dark-skinned legs spread while her boyfriend licked her pussy.
“Tell me about it.”
“What do you want to know?” she asked, looking down.
I smiled when she took a very long drink of her wine. She was crawling out of her skin and I was loving every second of it.
“Does he bring you to orgasm that way? Does he finger fuck you while he’s doing it? Does he suck on your clitoris?”
“Yes. He does all those things. He’s very good at it.”
My pussy was going crazy right about then. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see everything she just described to me. “You will go twelve months with no sex now? How can you possibly do that?”
“Yes, this is the second time. I can wait.”
“Do you take care of yourself while he is away?”
Olivia looked down to her hands in her lap.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I touch myself all the time. Do you?”
“Sometimes,” she admitted.
“Have you ever watched me play with my pussy, Olivia?” I asked. I knew I should stop, and I was probably crossing lines and burning bridges, but I couldn’t. I was so turned on by her right now, it wasn’t funny.
“I have,” she admitted.
“Where?”
“Once by the pool, once when you were reading a book, once when you were watching something on your tablet, and once in your tub. I’m sorry. I always left. I didn’t stay and watch.”
My perverted, horny little pussy was doing back flips beneath my robe. Voices screamed loud in my head, telling me to stop. I couldn’t. The line was already crossed.
“Did you like watching?” I asked in some sort of sick, perverse tone that I didn’t recognize myself. Olivia shrugged her shoulders without looking up from wringing her hands nervously in her lap.
“Look at me, Olivia,” I ordered. “Did you like watching me?” I asked the same question again.
“I think so, but I’m not a lesbian, or anything,” she quickly made me aware of the fact.
I chuckled a little. “It’s okay, neither am I. Would you like to watch me play with myself?”
Olivia’s eyes shot to mine, wide and full of terror. I loved it. It sparked something in me that I hadn’t ignited yet, something new and thrilling.
“Hmmm?” I asked, untying my robe and moving it to the side for her to see my naked body beneath it.
“Do you want me to watch you?” she answered my question with a question.
“I will if you’re interested. Are you interested in seeing this?” I asked, propping one foot to the adjacent chair and running one finger up my extremely wet pussy slit.
“Okay,” she replied, not really agreeing. It was close enough to a yes for me. I’m not sure if Olivia really wanted to see me do that or not, but hearing the okay gave me the permission I needed.
I put on one hell of a show for her. Neither of us spoke, and her eyes never left my pussy, not once. I spread myself with two fingers, giving her full view to my wet, throbbing sex. My eyes never left her eyes, watching me. My clitoris swelled above my lips while I inserted a finger, sliding it in and out. I could have made it come in seconds, but didn’t. I was enjoying myself too much. I loved Olivia watching me play with myself.
I was finally spent after twenty minutes. I couldn’t take it for one more second. I sat up straighter, split myself more with my fingers, and rubbed vigorously on my nub. My lips parted and I let out a shallow whimper as the first quake hit me hard. The next one was even harder. The way Olivia grasped the arms of her chair and stared at my fingers hard at work made it so powerful. Our eyes locked once I felt the unveiling, the descending of an amazing orgasm. I rode out every single wave, feeling my walls tighten around my two inserted fingers and wishing they were Olivia’s fingers.
“You can go,” I rasped, covering myself with my robe. Olivia darted off the balcony in record time. I should have instantly been embarrassed by my overbearing hyper-sexuality. I wasn’t. Had I had a partner, I could have gone on and on.
Curious about Olivia’s reaction to my domineering outbreak, I logged my computer onto the cameras in her room. I wasn’t done. I wasn’t even close to being done. Olivia was doing exactly what I hoped she was doing. After retrieving my flesh colored dildo, I suctioned it to the shiny black wood on my vanity bench.
I eased myself onto it, watching Olivia rub herself with her hand below her conservative skirt. I wished I could see her the way she saw me, but nonetheless, it was still arousing. The erotic expression on her face while her fingers danced on her clit caused me to move faster up and down while my own fingers rubbed the same spot I was sure hers were rubbing.
“What a day. I’m going to grab a shower,” Garrison said, coming in unannounced. I quickly closed the camera and sat all the way down on my dildo. Picking up the brush, I began to brush out my hair, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Okay,” I said in a pubescent fourteen-year-old boy kind of voice.
“You okay? You getting sick?” Garrison asked, half-paying attention to my answer while he searched out full body armor for bed. I was sure Sam didn’t wear blue and green matching pajamas to bed.
“Fine, I’m tired tonight, too. Go shower.” I smiled through the mirror, trying not to rock on the dildo that was so close to making me come again.
As soon as I heard the water start from behind the closed door, I flipped my computer back on, hoping I hadn’t missed the finale. I was just in time. Olivia was grasping the dresser with her hand while the one bringing her to bliss rubbed her pussy, fast, hard, and frantic-like. Olivia and I came together. I was in heaven.
Olivia did the planning for my party while I agreed to everything she said. If things were awkward between us, I didn’t notice. I guess I didn’t let them be that way. I went right back to being the bona fide bitch I was conditioned to be the very next day. She did confide in me while talking to the caterers back in Malibu on speakerphone, I really didn’t care. I didn’t even want any of these people coming there.
The beach house was mine. My sanctuary, my place of solace, and my newest adventure, Sam, whom I hadn’t spoken to since our text messages. Why the hell wasn’t he answering me?
My little theatrical with Olivia went unmentioned the entire week. I drove her home on Friday and endured the dreadful Wright baby shower on Saturday. We didn’t really decorate at all. My presence did nothing. I stood by Angelica while she ordered the help around, telling them how she wanted things. My one suggestion was overruled by Angelica’s eye roll. Go ahead, put the centerpieces at the end of each table. See if I care. That’s why they’re called CENTERpieces.
That was the longest baby shower in the entire world. No baby needed twenty-three onesies. How many bibs and blankets could one baby use? That was just the small things. The extravagant ones were just as ridiculous. Angelica bought her a handcrafted cradle with the name Wright engraved at the top. Her special gift out did my three outfits, two bibs and little booties by a landslide. I fought with more eye rolls that day than I ever had in my life, and believe me, Sam could cause them more than anyone I knew. This ridiculous baby shower topped Sam.
I apologized about not being able to stay for the stupid cake. Whoever made it needed to be fired. It looked more like a pink penis with four balls, than a giraffe with four legs. I had a plane to catch and a Sam to hunt down. My four-minute rendezvous with my husband Friday night did little to satisfy the itch between my legs. I needed to find me a Sam in Connecticut for when I came home.
I couldn’t get out of the country club fast enough, I couldn’t get to the plane fast enough, and I couldn’t get out of Connecticut fast enough. Texting Sam one last time, I let him know I was on my way, and he’d better be available. I was hoping to get a text right back, but unfortunately, I didn’t. Bastard.
As much as I wanted to, as much as my mind kept thinking about André, I refrained from watching him fuck, I refrained from touching myself, and I refrained from having an orgasm. I wanted to prolong it, wait for Sam to do it for me. Just thinking about it was almost enough to make me come. I popped a Valium instead and slept. He had better be there, dammit.
The Valium helped with not only my impending orgasm, begging to come out, but also the time. I slept the entire way. I forgot to tell Garrison that I wanted the driver fired from the last time. Carl, all smiles, picked me up. Remembering my earphones in my purse, I used them as a way to keep him from talking to me, although nothing was coming out of them. I tried, but something was up with my damn playlist. It kept freezing up, so I just pretended.
I stared out the window, happy to be back in California. Traffic wasn’t agreeing and getting through LA was crazy, thanks to the movie premiere going on. My one-hour drive was going to take ten hours at this rate. After still not hearing from Sam, I dialed his number. Right to voicemail. What the hell? Did he ditch me already? I didn’t know him all that well, but I thought I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t just ignore me like this. He had better be dead, dammit. I was paying him good money.
I closed my eyes, rubbing the stress away from the line of traffic. Opening them, I was a happy little girl, riding through New York City with my mom. She was a lot like my husband, talking on the phone the whole time, but I was still happy. I was away from Adriana and her wicked little offspring for an entire week. My eleven-year-old plan was to do everything in my power never to go back. Of course, that plan fell through the crack. When I was finally able to take the attention away from the corporate case my mom was working on, I tried, no I begged her to let me come live with her.
“Honey, I’m so busy right now. I would neglect you. I don’t want that. You should be with your sisters. You should be with Adriana. She can take care of you. I can’t right now.”
The tears streamed down my face when I begged for my life. “Please, Mommy. Please. Adriana doesn’t love me. She hurts me. Please keep me. I promise I won’t get in your way. I promise. Please, Mommy.”
“Adriana doesn’t hurt you. Adriana calls me weekly afte
r your appointments with Dr. Delgado. Sweetie, you just need to let all this animosity go. Why don’t you do theater again? You were really good at that. Adriana says you won’t even play the piano anymore. Why not, baby?”
“Mom, she doesn’t let me. She won’t let me try out for plays. She doesn’t let me play the piano anymore. She doesn’t want me to be better than Katie.”
“Kendra, stop it. Stop with all this nonsense.”
“Why do you believe her? Why don’t you believe me? I’m your daughter. Please listen to me. Why can’t you believe me,” I sobbed.
“Fine, Kendra. What would you like for me to do? You want me to just give up everything I’ve worked my entire life on for you? Is that it? Is that what you want? Maybe we can get a little yellow house with a white picket fence. We’ll even plant some red flowers and buy a porch swing. I bet I could be a waitress. Is that what you want, Kendra? You want me to give everything up because you can’t be a team player and be a family?”
“No, I just want you to give it all up for me. Just me. Nothing else, because you love me, and you believe me, not her,” I wailed, wiping the tears with my fingers.
“You’re acting like you’re three, not almost twelve. You’re supposed to be setting an example for your little sisters. Can’t you just be a big girl and comply with the rules, Kendra, please? For me?”
That was it. That was when my world shattered and I knew I was on my own. My mother had believed Adriana since she cheated with her husband and moved in on her life. I now think my mom was grateful to Adriana for doing that, for taking the role away from her that she didn’t want. I overheard her on the phone with Adriana later that night, telling her everything I had said. My mother just autographed my death certificate.
That wasn’t even the icing on the cake. It wasn’t until my mother thanked her for all that she did for me that I felt sick. And the candle lighting was when she explained that I was an accident, and she never planned on giving anything up was the finale. I always speculated that I wasn’t intentional, but a lot of babies are born unplanned. Most are still taken care of. Most are placed top priority over everything else. Not my mom. Not my dad.
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