by Terry Towers
“Almost there?” She was. So close. She was fighting to keep from coming, wanting them to
come together.
“Almost baby.” His voice was deep, feral. His body was tensing under her as he prepared.
The tension was almost too much as she increased her efforts on him. Her pussy milked his
cock, begging it for his seed. And it was not to be disappointed. His eyes became so dark with
need it caused her to tremble over him, on the brink.
With a low groan, he thrust up in her, meeting her downward thrust and unleashed, his seed
spilling into her. She cried out, allowing her body to let go, coming with him. Exhausted and
panting hard she collapsed onto him, clinging tight to his shoulders.
He groaned once more, another shot of cum filling her already full pussy. She remained on
him, enjoying the heat of his body against her bare chest.
“Is there anything else?” The sound of the waiter’s voice was like tossing a bucket of ice
water on her. She yelped and pressed herself tight to Graham.
“I thought you said we were perfectly alone,” she hissed in his ear, not able to bring herself to look the waiter in the face.
“We were supposed to be.”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” The waiter stepped backward, spun around and dashed out the steel
door.
Silence took over the rooftop to be broken by Graham’s soft laughter. She sat back on him,
her eyes wide. “What’s so funny? He saw us,” she motioned to their still united bodies,
“together.”
“I don’t think he saw much, honey.”
“I’m still embarrassed.” She could feel her cheeks burning, but his laughter was contagious.
“It’s not funny,” she said, swatting at his shoulder, but found herself laughing with him.
“It kinda is.”
Still laughing she playfully growled at him and attempted to remove herself from him, but he
refused to allow her to go anywhere, grabbing her ass and keeping her fully planted onto him.
She crinkled her nose up at him. “What are you doing? We should get ourselves all proper
like before he comes back.” She attempted to get up again, but once again his hands on her
backside kept her rooted onto him. Her wiggling had teased his cock, making him harden within
her.
“I promise he won’t be, besides, I’m not near done with you Genevieve Fennel.”
She laughed, but despite her laughter she was also beginning to feel the need as his cock
taunted her. “Do you ever have enough?”
“Never enough of you honey. Never enough of you.” He didn’t wait for a reply, his lips
claimed hers with such passion she knew his words to be true. She realized then that he wasn’t
just the safe brother; he was passionate, caring, funny… he was so much to her. More than any
other man could be. She was falling unlike she’d ever fallen before and she looked forward to
what the future would bring them.
The End
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Chapter 1
"Ohhhh no, no. I can't do that." Looking up at the work schedule Katrina Alexander gave her head a soft shake. Her blonde ponytail swung back and forth behind her head, like a whip lashing out in mid-air.
"Why? You doing something that night?"
Katrina sighed, tugging at her black necktie, loosening it. There was a brief moment of silence
between them, as she tried to collect her thoughts before turning her attention over to her closest friend and co-worker, Farrah Glover. "No, I can't. I mean... I can. But I don't want to."
"Why? It's a high school reunion, those are
the easiest jobs. People tip bigger than normal trying to impress everyone else and it's a buffet so there's not much clean-up. And we get to work it together. We got lucky, baby."
With her tie loosened she pulled it up and over her head. Crumbling the tie in her hand she stuffed it into the front pocket of her black vest. "Yeah, but it's for my high school."
"Oh, so you're attending then?"
"Nope." Grabbing at the black fabric hair-tie that was keeping her long blonde locks secure behind her head, she gave it a tug, freeing her silken strands. Flipping her head forward, she shook her hair free.
As it straightened out, it cascaded down her shoulders and back.
"Why?"
Katrina took a step back and motioned towards her server uniform. "Farrah, I'm twenty-eight years old, single, and a banquet server at a hotel. Besides, I was never all that popular in high school anyhow."
She shrugged. "The only reason I'd go to begin with would be to gloat about how wonderful my life is and, well, as you can see it leaves a lot to be desired."
"Oh, come on. There must be someone that you'd like to see again."
Katrina turned and began to walk down the hallway in the direction of the car park, Farrah hot on her heels. "Geez. I don't know."
"What about that guy you dated?"
"Damon?"
"Yeah. Don't you want to see what he's done with his life?"
Katrina paused in her tracks as she was teleported back to the day he told her he was leaving Bangor, Maine to go to school in California: the day he'd broken her heart. He'd claimed that they'd keep in touch and they'd find a way to move her out there as well, once he got settled in, but there was never enough money and he became consumed with his studies. Daily calls turned to every few days then to once a week. After a year of trying to make a long-distance relationship work they'd thrown in the towel.
She often wondered about him. She'd heard through the grapevine he owned a company and moved
to New York, but whether it was true or not, she had no clue. However, she couldn’t help but wonder whether he was now some hotshot, while she had remained in Bangor, making nothing of her life. It would be humiliating. The last thing she wanted was for him to find out about the mess she'd made of her life.
Reaching the back door of the hotel, she pulled it open while waiting for Farrah, who was not far behind, to catch up. "I would have loved to go, but the truth is I'm embarrassed, Farrah. What if they’ve all made it in life, you know doctors, lawyers, professionals.” Katrina bent her head sheepishly before uttering her next few words. “What if they’re all successful?”
Farrah edged in closer, patting her on the back for comfort. “Having a good job doesn’t always make you successful or happy.”
“I know, but it’s not just about their careers…I’m sure most of them are probably married with
wonderful kids and suburban homes; you know, with the white picket fence. Living the American
dream."
"No one lives the American dream," Farrah interjected.
"I'd be humiliated to tell them I'm just a server, barely getting by and scared to answer my phone because of all the bill collectors calling."
Farrah tsk-tsked at her. "Oh, come on Katrina, give yourself some credit. You work hard, making an honest living. You're beautiful. And although you may not realize it, you do have a lot going for you."
Katrina rolled her eyes in response.
"I'm serious. We make an honest living and there's nothing wrong with being a server. Listen honey, just because you're a server now, doesn't mean you'll be a server forever."
Katrina shook her head. "You know, just last week I had to serve someone from my high school for a meeting breakfast banquet. She's a lawyer. She looked at me with sympathy, like I was the most
pathetic thing on earth, and told me maybe one day I'd catch a break. Then she proceeded to gush
about how wonderful her fiancé was while flashing me the gigantic rock on her finger. And she used to be a friend of mine in high school. Now I’d imagine that type of condescending attitude from someone I never got along with, but a friend..."
"I'm sure people like that are few and far between. Everyone is out of work these days. We're lucky we even have a job that pays the bills."
" Barely pays the bills you mean. I swear it feels like I'm begging for an extension on the rent more than I pay on time. I'm just sick of this shit, you know."
Farrah shrugged, as they approached Katrina's ancient yellow VW. "It'll get better. Gotta have some faith, honey."
"Yeah." Opening the car door, Katrina slid in, reached across the seat and unlocked the passenger side for Farrah.
Once they were both in, seat belts secure, Katrina thrust the key into the ignition.
Click.
Frowning and getting a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, Katrina tried the ignition a second time.
Click.
“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” She slammed her hands on the steering wheel in utter frustration.
*****
Damon stood and extended his hand to his long-time friend and doctor, Gary Van Buren. "Thanks for coming by the office with the results Gary, I appreciate it. I've been swamped with work." He motioned to a chair across from his desk. "Please, have a seat."
"No worries Damon." Sitting, Dr. Van Buren pulled a file from his briefcase and using the case as a mobile desk on his lap, opened the file.
"So... Tell me. What's the results?"
"Well, just let me say that the surgery wasn't for nothing..."
Damon let out a low huff of air as he sat back in his chair. His right side suddenly began to ache, where the incision had been made and the lower lobectomy had been performed. While the incision
had healed, he still felt some discomfort.
"So, I still have it, I assume."
"Yes. We didn't get it all. I'm sorry Damon. We can still see fine specks of it in the lymph nodes and chest."
Damon pushed his chair back, stood and made his way over to the bar he had set up in the corner of his office. Opening a bottle of scotch, he poured a couple of ounces into a shot glass and chugged it down. The liquid burned as it slid over his tongue and down his throat. He motioned towards the bottle.
"Care to join me for a drink, Doc?"
"No thanks, Damon." Gary paused as if deciding on something. "You shouldn't be drinking, Damon."
"Doctor, I've never smoked a cigarette. Never did any type of illegal drug. Eat healthy and work out five times a week and still got lung cancer at the age of twenty-nine. Pretty fucked up if you ask me. I think having a couple shots of scotch is the least of my problems at this point. Don't you?" Damon poured another drink and drank it down as he waited for the verdict. "So what do we do from here?"
Gary looked down at his files, studied them a moment and then met Damon's gaze. "I suggest we start chemotherapy in a couple of weeks, followed by radiation. And then go from there."
"What are my chances?"
Gary shifted uneasily in his chair.
"That bad, huh?"
"You see when we went in and did the lobectomy we thought it was a different type of tumour. One less aggressive. We didn't realize it was small stem cell..."
"How long Gary? If this treatment you have planned doesn't work. How long?" Damon made his way back to his chair. His mind was numb. He'd been bracing himself for this news, but hearing it was still nonetheless hard. Twenty-nine years old and he was facing death, possibly in the near future.
"Well, without treatment maybe a few months."
Fuck! Damon thrust a hand through his dark hair as he sat back into his tall-back black leather desk chair. "And with the treatment?"
"With the treatment, we may be able to cure you. Maybe not. It's a crapshoot to be honest, but it's a hell of a lot worse if you don't do the treatment."
"And with the treatment. What's the odds?"
Gary grimaced. "About twenty percent, Damon. You'
re young and in good health so you have a
fighting shot. I'm quite sure that it'll give you a solid year if not cured, but a year is much better than a few months."
One year to live. It seemed surreal to him, like he was caught in some nightmare and he was going to wake up at any minute and it would be over and he could get back to his life. Though when he thought more deeply about it the truth of the matter was that his life was rather one-dimensional. It consisted of work, building an empire that was worth billions and nothing else.
No wife. No children. No family. Not even any close personal relationships. He didn't even have
someone to leave his empire to when he passed. If he let himself ponder on those things he'd be too depressed to even function. But he pushed those things to the back of his mind.
Damon's eyes fell on a letter from his former high school. The letter was an invitation to his ten-year high school reunion. A soft smile touched his lips as he thought back to his high school days. Life was so much simpler back then. Hell, if he knew back then what he knew now maybe he'd have changed
several decisions he'd made in his younger years.
"Damon?"
Damon lifted his eyes and met Gary's gaze. "All right. Set it up."
Gary made a couple of notes in his files and thrust it back into his briefcase. Gary's brow furrowed as he noticed the letter for the reunion. "Your reunion coming up I see."
"Yeah. Not going though."
"When is it?"
"This weekend, in Bangor. I have a meeting Friday afternoon in LA and to be honest I'm not sure I'd be up to seeing people from my past again."
Gary leaned forward and caught Damon's gaze. "If you'd like my opinion, I think you should go, Damon. I'm confident we can beat this, despite the odds, but I would suggest you start reconnecting with people and start living your life instead of continuing to consume yourself with work. Speaking as your friend and not your doctor - fuck work." He motioned to the lavish office. "You can't take it with you, Damon."
"Work is the only thing keeping me sane, Gary."
"I'm just saying. Don't waste the time you have left, just in case."
"I'll think about it."
*****
"I really can't afford this, Farrah."
"I'll pay."
"You can't afford it either." Katrina examined the tight black crushed velvet dress from all angles in the full-length mirror of the clothing boutique. The sweetheart neckline dipped low into her ample cleavage and the tight skirt fell to mid-thigh. It was simple, but had an air of elegance to it.
