by John Foltin
My friend Marques threw a New Years’ party. He invited all of his friends from work and outside of work. They all brought their wives/girlfriends. On the other hand, I came alone.
About an hour before midnight, his girlfriend Sabrina came up to me and walked me into a private room.
“I need to talk to someone. You’re his best friend. We’ve been dating now for three months, and I’m just not happy anymore. I want to tell him it’s over, but I’m not sure how.”
“You seemed happy out there. What’s the problem?”
“The spark just isn’t there anymore. He never listens to me. We always do what he wants to do and never what I want to do.”
“You need to just tell him what’s in your heart. You deserve to be happy, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. You are a beautiful person, both on the outside and on the inside.”
This put a smile on her face. She walked up to me and kissed me ever so gently on the lips, just barely touching them. It was still enough to get me excited. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, “How would you like the chance to make me happy this weekend?”
This was an opportunity I was more than willing to jump at. After all, I saw her first.
You see, before she met Marques, she met me. It was my last day of vacation at Myrtle Beach. I was walking the beach one last time, soaking in every bit of magic that place had to offer.
As I walked back to the hotel, I saw Sabrina sitting on the steps. She could tell I was distraught. She asked me, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I started to walk away. As I did, something inside of me snapped. “No, I’m not okay. Today is my last night here, and I don’t want to leave.”
That response made her laugh. I sat down and started talking with her. We were really making a connection.
That’s when Marques came in and stuck his nose in our business. He came here to hook up and didn’t have any luck with it. He saw I had a genuine chance with her, and it made him jealous.
From the moment he arrived, he controlled the conversation and blocked me out of it. After a half hour, he walked away with her. We had an early flight, and I needed to sleep. He didn’t care about sleep.
I was just about to ask her for her number, since she only lived twenty minutes away. Instead, Marques got that number. The rest was history.
Back at the party, Sabrina made her way back out in time for her midnight dance. I saw her kiss Marques as I stood there alone. I also saw her smile at me while she danced with him. Before I left, she gave me her number.
I took the next few days to plan everything down to the last minute detail. She wanted me to make her happy, and I was not about to disappoint.
I reserved a room at a quiet bed and breakfast out in the country. I told them exactly how I wanted the room laid out.
On Saturday, I picked her up. She told Marques she was going to visit her parents for the weekend. He didn’t get along with them very well, and vice versa. He was more than willing to let her go alone.
It took us an hour to drive to the bed and breakfast. We took the hour to talk more about how she felt. I gave her an hour to vent and to reassure her that everything would work out.
When we got there, we checked in and went for a walk. We came across a lake. We sat on a bench overlooking the lake and continued our talk. This brought back memories of the beach, only this time no Marques to spoil the moment.
As dusk began, we went back to the room. The staff had fixed it up as I ordered. I could see her start to cry as this overwhelmed her.
“You have made me happier than I have felt in a long time. To show my gratitude, let me make you happy.”
She forced me to the bed and pushed me onto it. She ripped open my shirt. She unbuckled my belt and yanked off my pants. From the foot of the bed, she kissed my navel in the same manner as she kissed me at the party. She started kissing up my chest, tickling me with each soft kiss.
When she reached my head, she stopped being gentle. She kissed me hard; she kissed me long.
“I’m gonna butter your biscuit.”
She straddled me and put my sausage inside her. She moved back and forth, like she was spreading jam on a piece of toast. I couldn’t look at her. I just soaked in this moment. I let out a loud moan and shot my man syrup inside her. This made her let out a load moan.
We spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. This is what could have happened a few months ago if Marques hadn’t stolen her away from me. After tonight, I knew that I had stolen her from him.
We woke up the next morning in no mood for breakfast. We didn’t want to lose the feeling we had the night before. We spent the next half hour trying to recapture that one moment of perfect bliss. While we enjoyed it, it just couldn’t compare.
I knew, though, that I would do whatever it took to not only get that feeling back, but to make it better.
First, she had to break up with Marques. After our stay, that wouldn’t take long.
We tried numerous times after the breakup, but nothing could compare. She was happy being with me, so there was nowhere to go from there.
We did have fun trying, though.
THE KIDNAPPING
Even the nicest of people has the urge to do something bad form time to time. Let’s see Jeff’s bad side.
My partner Nathan and I pulled up in front of St. Joseph’s High School one Friday afternoon. We were driving a beat-up blue van.
“Okay, Nathan. You know the drill. Little Miss Vanderich comes out. As soon as she does, you take off. Just before she gets into her limo, I run out and grab her. As soon as we get in, you get out of here as fast as you can. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Okay. Put your mask on.”
Both of us put our ski masks on and wait. 3:15. School let out. Everyone was wearing the same outfit at this all-girls school. White long sleeve blouse. Plaid skirt. Knee high socks. Black shoes. But it would be hard to miss the daughter of one of the richest men in the country.
Suddenly, out she came. We took off. We pulled up next to the limo. I slid the door open, ran out, and grabbed her. Naturally, she was kicking and screaming. Nonetheless, I got her into the van and slammed the door. Nathan got away from there before anyone could get our plate number.
First thing I did was gag her to shut her up. I tied up her hands and feet. Having secured our prize, I joined Nathan up front to bask in our triumph. We exchanged high fives and discussed the ransom.
We pulled into a secluded, abandoned shack. I carried her in on my shoulders and placed her on a chair. Nathan made the call to Mr. Vanderich. We knew it would be traced, so I told Nathan to keep it brief.
“Mr. Vanderich, we have your daughter. She is safe for now. Her future is up to you.”
“If you’ve harmed even one hair on her head, I’ll...”
“I told you, she’s okay. If you want to keep her that way, here’s what you’ll do. You’ll bring twenty million dollars in small unmarked bills to a phone booth just off I-89. I’ll be calling there in four hours. If you’re not there, well, let’s just say I can’t be held responsible for my partner. He’s grown quite fond of your daughter.” CLICK!
Which was true. I had noticed her hazel eyes, auburn hair done up in a ponytail, pouting lips. Very well developed for an eighteen-year-old. I thought Nathan just said that to make him consider it more. Once he said that, an idea struck me.
“You know, we’re already being brought up on kidnapping charges. How much more could they give us for rape? I mean, I’m not getting it anyway. She can’t turn me down. Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ah, the hell with you. I’m doing it.”
As I slowly stalked her, she started to cry. I loosened the gag. She let out a scream. I placed my hand over her tender lips. My other hand started ripping open her shirt. Under that was a pair of perky breasts contained in a white brassiere.
I then knelt down. The screams rang out again, since I had to r
emove my hand. I reached under the skirt and drew her panties toward me.
“I’ll bet you’re a cherry, aren’t you Angelica? Well, I just love fresh fruit.”
I placed my head between her silky soft legs. She squeezed together. I spread them apart. As lightly as I could, I kissed the inside of each upper thigh. I heard the screams quiet down. I then proceeded to the ripe fruit. I ran my tongue very slowly around the vertical smile. With each lap, her screams turned to moans. My tongue slipped inside. I heard a very loud gasp. So, I went with it. My tongue started fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. As I did this, I massaged her thighs. This went on for another few minutes.
After pleasuring her, it was time to pleasure myself. I took out my pocket knife. I unfastened the front of her bra. I sliced off each strap to expose those teenage breasts. As I said before, for her age, she was well developed. Holding one as I would a cantaloupe, I kissed it gingerly. Grasping it more firmly, I licked around the nipple in very slow circles. I started sucking on the nipple, like a baby breast-feeding.
Since I’d tasted her fruit, now I showed her my banana, also fully ripe. The two met when my banana entered her. After a couple minutes, juices started flowing. As this happened, I tasted the one part of her that I hadn’t yet: her lips. My tongue ran across the top, then the bottom. Our lips met, and I tasted the middle. As I thought from the beginning, Angelica Vanderich was a very tasty dish from the first course through dessert.
A couple hours later, Nathan called the phone booth. It rang three times. No answer. Nathan was going to hang up after one more ring. RING!
“Vanderich.”
“About time. Okay. Are you alone? If you brought cops, she’s history.”
“Yes, I’m alone.”
“Okay. Now, for part two of the drop-off. There should be a bag beside you, is there?”
“Yes, but...”
“Okay. Now, take the money and put it in the bag.”
“Not until I hear from Angelica.”
Nathan signaled me to bring her over. Still holding the knife, I told her not to mention what I did to her or else.
“Daddy,” in a weak voice.
“Are you okay, my little angel?”
“I’m fine, daddy.”
“Okay. Satisfied? Now put the money in the bag.”
I took her back to the chair. “Good work.” Judging by the look in her eyes, I could tell she wouldn’t have told anyway.
“Okay. It’s in the bag.”
“Now, take the bag about ten miles south, to an old abandoned mine. Be there in a half hour. Otherwise, you’ll never see your precious little angel again.” CLICK!
A half hour later, we pulled up to the mine. There was a Lincoln Continental waiting with a very angry Mr. Vanderich outside.
“Here’s your money. Where’s Angelica?”
“She’s right here. Leave the money in the mine. When we get the money, you’ll get Angelica.”
He put the bag in the cave. Nathan went to get the money. I gazed into her deep, dark eyes one last time.
“Okay. You got your money. Now, give me my daughter!”
I let go. She was free to run off, but, for some reason, she didn’t move.
“Go on. You’re free to go.”
“No. I want to stay with you.”
“But why? What about your father?”
“My life is boring. Every day the same thing. Get up. Go to school. Come home from school. Ballet lessons. Or piano lessons. Or some other kind of lesson. I don’t have any fun. My parents expect me to take over for them when they pass on. I just want to have fun.”
“What about your friends?”
“What friends? I don’t have time for friends. Besides, being the daughter of one of the richest men in the United States is not as glamorous as you would think. I just want to be normal. And God forbid I be introduced to boys. Why do you think I was sent to an all-girls school? You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
“Angelica!” from her father.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. No one’s ever shown me affection like that before. I like it. I want to do things spontaneously. I want to see the world. I want to do it with you.”
“But what about Nathan?”
She hugged me and whispered in my ear, “I’m sure you can take care of Nathan.” He was history.
“Angelica! Get over here NOW!”
“No!”
“Angelica! Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Daddy, I’m not going home. I want to stay with Jeff.”
“Angelica! NOW!”
“You heard her. She doesn’t want to go with you.”
“You keep out of this, punk. This is between me and my daughter.”
“Daddy, you try to run my life. You tell me to do this, do that. I’m only eighteen. I just want to have fun. Jeff lets me do that.”
“Yes, you’re only eighteen, and you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Yes, I do. You never listen to what I have to say. You always tell me and assume that I’ll like it. Well, I hate ballet. I hate the piano. And I hate YOU. C’mon, Jeff, let’s go.” She put her arm around me and the three of us headed for the van, twenty million dollars richer.
“Angelica! ANGELICA!”
We drove off into the sunset. Nathan looked over at me.
“What did you do to her to make her tell her father off?”
“Nothing. It was all her idea. By the way, could you pull over? My teeth are floating.”
We pulled over. I headed to a nearby cactus and, very carefully, relieved myself. Noticing a large rock beside it, and remembering what Angel, as I’d come to call her now, told me, I picked it up and concealed it.
As I got into the van, Nathan checked the mirror for oncoming traffic. Seizing the moment, I hit Nathan in the back of the head with the rock, rendering him unconscious. I dumped his limp body out of the van and drove off, to lead my new life with Miss Angel Vanderich.
ONCE UPON A TIME...
Every now and again, stress gets the better of Jeff. So, he retreats to a world of innocence to calm down, the world of fairy tales. Well, maybe not so innocent.
I was walking through the woods when I felt the call of nature. I was scared to go in the woods. Luckily, I found a cottage.
After I relieved myself, I was about to leave when I saw the doorknob turn. I hid. In walked two bears, a dad and his son.
They were settling in after a long walk. All of a sudden, out walked a woman with long, blond hair, soaking wet. Apparently, she was taking a shower and, assuming no one was home, came out to get dressed wearing only a smile.
Seeing this brought me out of hiding. My jaw dropped. The father bear’s jaw dropped. The little bear’s jaw dropped.
Turned out this was Goldilocks. She could see how excited we were just by looking down. This put a smile on her face.
She felt the knob on the father bear. “This one’s too hard.” She felt the knob on the little bear. “This one’s too soft.” She felt my knob. “This one’s just right.”
She led me to the bedroom. After trying out the beds, she found the one that was just right. She laid me down on the bed and straddled me. As she placed me inside her, she started bouncing up and down. I said to her, “That’s too rough.” She just sat there and wiggled. “That’s not rough enough.” She started thrusting. “That’s just right.”
The next day, again, I was walking through the woods. I started to feel fatigued and needed to take a nap. I didn’t want to sleep on the ground. I had already passed the cottage and didn’t want to backtrack. Fortunately, I found another house in the woods.
I had just gotten comfortable in the bed with a bed cap on my head when I heard a knock on the door. In walked a young woman carrying a basket and wearing a red hood.
“Hi, Granny. I brought you a basket of goodies.”
Trying to sound like an elderly woman, I said, “Just set it on the bed.”
“Why G
ranny, what a big nose you have.”
“The better to smell that wondrous odor you have.”
“And Granny, what big eyes you have.”
“The better to see just how beautiful you are.”
She set the basket on my lap. “And Granny, what a big bulge you have between your legs.”
I sat up in the bed and ripped off the nightcap. “The better to screw you with!”
When she saw I was a man, she got a smile on her face. “Wow! I hope Granny won’t mind if we use some of her goodies.”
The basket was filled with various oils and lotions, as well as toys. Red started to take her clothes off, leaving only her red hood on.
“Why Red, what nice, firm breasts you have.”
“The better for you to grab hold of.” She placed my hands on them.
“And Red, what soft, pouty lips you have.”
“The better to kiss you with.” She kissed me softly on the lips, then started heading south. While doing this, she grabbed onto my big, bad self.
“And Red, what a strong grip you have.”
“The better to get you off with.” Now that grip started making my big, bad self even bigger and badder. Once it was at maximum size, she rubbed some of the oil on it and placed it into her mouth. Bobbing her head around, I could feel her tongue licking up the oil and her teeth gently rubbing against it. After a while, I released a lotion into her.
Right in the middle of this, Granny walked in. At first, I was embarrassed. Then, Granny said she wanted to get involved. Embarrassment turned to repulsion. I leapt out of bed, quickly got dressed, and ran out.
The next day, yet again, I went for a walk in the woods. A half hour in the walk, I passed by these seven little men. I thought nothing of it. A short time later, I passed by a house. That’s when I heard an angelic singing voice. I looked in and saw a snow white lady cleaning the house. I knocked on her door.
I could tell she was pleased to see me when she grabbed me and yanked me inside.
“Finally. A real man. You don’t know what it’s like living with a bunch of little people. They’re all so tiny. I can barely feel them inside me.”
