by Jennifer Key
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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older
Table of Contents
Title Page
Spring Break
Stranded Desires
Tight Spaces
Happy Thoughts
Deep In The Woods
Hide and Get It
Breakfast For Two
Filling Her Gaps
Liz's Revenge
Riding The Boss
Virtual Ass
Fairy Tail
Resources
Recommended Reading
Spring Break
The weatherman said it would reach just below or above 90 degrees in Wilmington, North Carolina. Little did the weatherman know, Carrie's temperature was boiling well over a 100 degrees with anger, after walking in on what she never dreamed would happen. There he was, the very same guy who had just recently asked her father's permission to marry her over Christmas break.
John Long was his name, a name he proudly yet secretly lived up to. As rumor had it, John was long, yet Carrie found out the hard way when she walked into John's dorm room and saw at least four of his several rock hard inches nailing the girl from behind.
Little did “long John” know, Carrie had finally found the spare key to his dorm room, the one he gave her with sworn trust that “she had nothing to worry about, because he had only one woman he loved.” Those sweet-talking words and others all vanished when Carrie went to John's room to get her iPod, thinking that John was already on his way to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with the guys.
Apparently, John either had other plans, was going with the guys after he got his piece of ass, or both. Either way, it didn't matter. What mattered was that John simply proved Carrie wrong, in that he often said “sex should be a sacred act reserved for two people who love each other,” respecting the fact that Carrie was and still is a virgin.
Still, nothing hurt Carrie more than turning that key expecting to find John and his buddies drinking a few brews while the loud music blasting, but found John nailing the girl instead.
She tried calling his cell phone several times, but it went straight to voice mail. So, she concluded that he was either in the shower getting ready to leave, or he was gone already. Instead, she found John with a firm grip on girl's ass cheeks, his back muscles flexing with every thrust while the girl's face was buried in the pillow.
The girl had a sexy “apple bottom” ass and a petite waistline, long blonde hair and strong thick thighs from playing soccer for so many years. Carrie couldn't believe her eyes, yet in shock all she could do was stand back and watch while John, totally oblivious to the fact that Carrie or anyone else had entered the room.
The girl's head quickly came up from the pillow with her moaning and talking dirty to John, begging “more baby, more, dig deeper baby, yesss!” John got into it as if he was being challenged, then suddenly rared back and gave her a hard thrust, replying “take that baby.”
“You like it deep baby, huh?” John asked her, as she screamed louder before John nailed her so hard from behind that the girl's head returned back down to the pillow. Suddenly, John grabbed the girl and turned her over onto her back, before picking her up, standing up with her strong legs wrapped around her waist. John continued nailing her with his back to the door.
However, after a few moments the girl looked past John and saw Carrie standing there, crying and watching.
The girl told John “stop, John, fucking stop!”
Confused, John stopped with anger. “What the hell?” he pleaded, before following the girl's eyes that held steady with fear on Carrie.
“Oh shit,” John said with shameful shock as the girl slowly slid down John's waist before quickly grabbing a blanket to wrap herself up in. Carrie slowly walked toward John with shivering lips covered by streaming tears.
“Carrie,” John attempted to explain, “this means nothing to me.” The other girl quickly picked her pants up off the floor and ran into the bathroom. John could only look at Carrie in shame, yet his fear grew as Carrie balled up her fists, stepping to John who stood there naked and exposed- rock hard.
“John,” Carrie said as she released her clinched fists.
“Yes, baby, I'm sorry I swear-” Before John could finish pleading, WHAM! Carrie kicked John in the nuts so hard his voice gave a high-pitched scream loud enough to land him a soprano singing spot in the choir. His hard-on quickly dwindled to a limp noodle as he doubled over onto the bed with his high-pitched scream. The girl locked herself in the bathroom and Carrie rushed over to it, shaking and banging on the door.
“Get your ass out here, skank!” Carrie demanded. “
I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't know, I swear!” the girl explained. Carrie looked at John squirming around on the bed in pain.
“Did she know about me, John?”
“No!” Both John and the girl replied. Carrie looked around the room and found her iPod on John's desk, next to his wallet. Carrie walked over to the desk and not only grabbed her iPod, but took all the cash out of John's wallet, too, around four to five hundred dollars cash in hundreds and twenties.
“Thanks for everything John, thanks a fucking lot.” Carrie walked over to John, grabbed his hand, then shoved it against her crotch.
“You feel that John?” “That's one hundred percent pure untouched prime and ready virgin pussy that you'll never touch again, the first and last time you'll ever touch it.” Carrie shoved his hand back at him, then punched him in the face. Carrie walked to the door and before leaving shouted to the girl, “he's all yours, I'm leaving bitch!”
Moments later, the door slammed behind Carrie and the girl slowly came out of the bathroom fully dressed, yet nervous.
“You're such an asshole Johnny, seriously,” the girl insisted. “Not only was that your girlfriend, but she had an engagement ring on her finger,” the girl said in shameful observation. John was at a loss for words, still curled up in pain on the bed with one hand gripping his pride and joy, while the other rubbed his bloody face.
Carrie sat outside the dorm in her jeep with the top off and sun beating down on her tanned legs. She decided to take off her shirt, revealing the bikini to her two-piece bathing suit. The bright-colored bathing suit bottoms showed a colorful green and white pattern at the crotch of her skirt. Carrie dried her eyes and looked in her review mirror, just in time to see the girl from John's room slowly getting into her car.
The girl's fear of Carrie was obvious, yet Carrie had nothing left to say or do but crank up her jeep and speed away. John had instantly become public enemy number one, Carrie became single, and her driving time to the beach would be cut in half with anger navigating the way. After stopping for gas, she got on interstate 40, a straight shot from Charlotte to Wilmington, North Carolina. Wilmington was a popular Spring Break and Summertime destination for college students. Aside from the beach and cool hangout spots, there were also fairy-boat rides that people took at night, when the fairy boats became club-like “party boats.” For those single and primed, the hour long party boat cruises proved to be a man or woman's best friend. With a DJ on board playing the latest jams, and bartenders on both levels serving alcohol, hooking up with a hottie or handsome hunk for the night was a sure shot.
Prior to walking in on John, Carrie had originally planned to spend her Spring Break at the beach planning her wedding. She had brid
al magazines loaded in the trunk, and shops along the coast she wanted to visit to help her decide the style of her once-envisioned wedding on the beach. Now, those dreams were shattered and all the bridal magazines she had collected, would soon become part of a bonfire on the beach later on. And to make matters worse, or in her case better, she was now free to mingle, flirt, and do whatever it took to get John out of her mind. However, she knew it wouldn't be an easy task due to the visual flashbacks of John's long and hard strokes that deeply penetrated the girl. A part of Carrie felt aroused by watching John have sex with another woman.
Suddenly, Carrie could hear the girl moaning and screaming in her head, which stirred up something inside Carrie she never thought existed. With each moan Carrie heard, Carrie slowly slid a hand between her thighs which eased toward her crotch. Sweat gave shine to Carrie's thighs as her hand slid down further and closer- until she clinched her thighs shut and jerked her hand away. Twisted temptation almost got the best of her, yet she turned on her radio instead to distract her thoughts. Soon she would be in a one bedroom condo alone, enjoying her Spring Break and a new beginning which often comes with Spring. As the saying goes, “with the new Spring season comes new life,” and Carrie was certainly ready for a new chapter in her life.
Morris had been single for three years and counting, after finding out his former fiance's son was by his older brother Rico. Morris was a 5th year senior at Davidson College, a double-major in English and Psychology. The sun was starting to go down in Wilmington and Morris's chocolate brown chest was shimmering with sweat as his lengthy jog along the beach came to a close.
Once he reached the pier he decided to stop and enjoy a brisk walk to a food and beverage stand set up just below the walkway leading up to the pier. Morris often attracted attention with his handsome yet humble presence, standing tall at six feet, four inches, with broad shoulders and a six pack that looked sculpted by the Romans. He stayed in awesome shape, averaging around twelve hundred crunches five days a week, five hundred push-ups a day and at least a four mile run five days a week.
As he walked the beach after getting his bottle of water, one would think he was an unwrapped Hershey bar come to life, walking the beach to simply tease the women that lowered their shades for a peek as he walked by. Even though Morris often caught women staring at him, he'd sometimes smile with politeness and keep walking. He wasn't the type to use his body and charm to get what he wanted from women, or what women wanted from him. No, Morris was the type of guy who preferred a strong woman with a strong mind, humble and sincere, respectful and honest. Looks were an added plus, yet he believed a woman's heart is what makes the woman beautiful, and if her heart was in the right place, the rest would follow.
Carrie pulled into the parking garage below the one bedroom condo, never giving a second look or thought to the Black BMW with the leather almond interior parked two spots over. As she unloaded her two-piece luggage from the back seat, she looked down at the plastic grocery bags in the floorboard. One bag she knew had her six pack of Corona beer and small fifth of Tequila. The other bags, she'd use later for that bon fire on the beach. Carrie grabbed her luggage, then stacked the smaller luggage piece onto the larger one which had a pull-up handle, and wheels on the bottom. She grabbed her beer and Tequila in the other hand and proceeded to find unit 69, as was printed on the red property rental key chain in bold black letters. After trudging through a bit of sand and up the walkway, she made her way upstairs to unit number 69.
Morris was tired but the hot water felt good beating down on his back as the music played from the bathroom radio. A smooth and mellow groove played, sounding like Sade, as the steam filtered from his tight ass and Stallion-like thighs that could probably knock anyone out cold if they ran into one. Morris poured a good amount of shower gel into the palm of his hands, then lathered up enough to rub his ripped chest down to like someone frosting a chocolate cake.
Carrie entered the apartment and heard the music playing and shower running from inside the bathroom. After looking down at the cross-trainer shoes just inside the front door, a man's shoes, she knew she had the wrong place. Carrie looked at her reservation paperwork and the assigned unit saying “yes, this is MY unit.” Carrie took out her cell phone and made the call, explaining as someone answered.
“Point Break Rentals, How may I help you?” the woman asked.
“Yes, my name is Carrie Will, and there's somebody in my unit already.”
“I don't see how that's possible miss,” the woman explained. “Well, it's possible, and there is,” Carrie said irritated.
After a moment of silence, the woman apologized saying “ma'am, I'm so sorry, but that unit was mistakenly overbooked.”
“Overbooked! Carried shouted. “Fine, just find me another unit so I can-”
Before Carried could finish, the woman cut her off by saying “I'm sorry ma'am, but all of our units are booked. It's Spring Break.” Click. Carrie ended the call and just stood there, her eyes swelling with tears but she fought them off. Instead, she popped open a Corona, took a big swig of her Tequila, and just stood there- listening.
Moments later, she heard his voice singing in the shower along with the song. Something about Morris's voice got to her, soothed her. Carrie took another shot of Tequila, then beer, and slowly walked toward the hallway where the music and steam came from. Once she got to the bathroom door just inside the bedroom, she saw his clothes laid out on the bed all nice neat, then saw the door to the steam-filled bathroom cracked open. After taking a few more steps to the bathroom, then looking in, she could see his torso through the steam, but not clear enough. What she could see, was Morris standing sideways, water rinsing off his soapy body.
Suddenly, the water stopped and Morris quickly opened the shower door.
“Somebody here?” he asked, sensing, yet Carrie didn't answer, she was gone. Morris grabbed his bath towel near by, then dried off a bit and turned off the radio. After exiting the bathroom and entering the bedroom while drying off his face and head, butt naked, Morris looked up and saw Carrie sitting down on the foot of the bed. Carrie said nothing, as she simply looked at Morris from head to toe, took a shot and swig of beer, then kept staring at his package with her mouth wide open. Morris was at a loss for words himself, until he realized, “you look familiar.” Carrie finally looked up at Morris, thinking “yeah, so do you.”
“Been cummin' often?” Carrie asked dumb-founded before correcting herself. “I mean, shit. Do you visit here, often?” Morris wrapped the towel around his waist. “
Um, no, this is actually my first time.”
“What are you doing here?” Carrie laughed, then took another shot and drink of beer.
“Well, I was gonna' ask you the same thing, but why bother.” “See, they overbooked this condo and well, well...” Morris laughed and sat next to her on the bed. Carrie quickly took off her engagement ring and chucked on the floor behind her beside the bed- for now.
“We have all the Psychology classes together, that's where I know you from,” remembered Morris.
“Yes, that's me, the psychological one,” Carrie added. “
You're pretty sharp, Carrie.” Carrie was stunned, unaware that he even took the time to remember her name.
“Yeah, that's me, Carrie,” she said at a loss for words. Morris cleared his throat and said
“I apologize. I better get dressed.”
“No!” Carried said. “I mean, you don't have to. You've always seemed like a nice guy, and well, I don't mind sharing a bed- I mean room, with you.”
Carrie put down her drinks, then slowly eased up to Morris.
Morris dropped his towel before confirming, “you sure you don't mind?” Quickly, Carrie stepped into his embrace and their lips locked like two lovers who hadn't seen each other in years. Morris took both hands and quickly flipped up her skirt, then slid a finger inside her bikini bottom. Carrie moaned and stuck her lips to one of his muscle-surrounded chest nipples and started sucking
his nipple. Something about this drove Morris crazy, as it drove him to pick her up with both his hands gripping her ass, before her hand took charge of his large manhood and moved her bikini aside. Morris eased it inside her and her eyes widened with shock. Not only was he long and large, but he was thick and all she could do was bite into his chest and moan, trying not to scream.
The bite didn't bother Morris any, as he walked her over to the bedroom wall with passion and held her close. Her nails dug into his back as he pumped her gently, yet deep and strong. Carrie's legs started to quiver then shake, before she finally started screaming with pleasure. Morris took her over to the bed and placed her gently down onto the bed, onto her back. Since he was still inside her, he decided to take both her legs, holding both her ankles with hand, and put her legs over his shoulder. He made love to her from one position to the next, ending up behind her doggy-style and nailing her until they both exploded with pleasing moans.
Nightfall arrived with a single candle lit in the bedroom. Chinese take-out food containers and empty Corona beer bottles stood empty on a night-stand, next to the bottle of Tequila which now had Carrie's engagement ring in the bottom of it- instead of the worm. Morris held her close, rubbing her hair as she lay on his chest, her hand easing toward his crotch under the sheets.
Stranded Desires
Day seven buzzed in with the hotel room alarm clock bedside on the night stand. Six o'clock a.m., according to his teaching job of ten years at Mesa High School in Arizona. Teaching English was his passion, especially when it came to teaching Hispanic high school girls. However, it wasn't that he had a sick mind according to his attraction to Hispanic girls in general, but rather the sense of loyalty and respect he sensed they had towards men they loved- unlike his blonde-haired blue eyed doctor of a wife. Perhaps this is where his marriage of nine years took a turn for the worst, in that a rumor got started in the community that he was having an affair with a Hispanic student. The supposed "mistress" was a senior at Mesa, the one whom Dan spent extra time tutoring after school.
