Hell, we’d grown up together.
And to not have her in my life anymore hadn’t been easy.
All because of her brother.
I never should have let him get in the way of our friendship.
But how could I resist those washboard abs and chiseled chest and flirtatious eyes…
Stop it.
This is hardly the time and place.
But no time or place ever was.
And I couldn’t seem to banish him from my mind no matter what.
Without thinking about it, I took a pad and pen from the desk and jotted out my number in the large, clear handwriting literally beaten into me by my dad. Schools didn't do penmanship anymore when I was a kid and dad had been a stickler for the old ways.
"And here's mine," I said, passing her the paper.
"Cool! Thanks," Kristen said, putting the paper in her purse.
She smiled at me and I wondered if her heart was racing, too.
But even if it was, it wouldn’t be for exactly the same reasons mine was.
I was glad my old friend had made a surprise re-appearance.
But that also meant there was a possibility of seeing her brother again. The guy who had rocked my world and then left it, but whom I had never been able to forget.Chapter Two - KoraIt was dark by the time I got home, David deciding to extend the spa hours an hour later than usual to fit everybody in. The last few appointments arrived in a trickle, one or two people at a time. Not that I minded, of course. I got paid the same either way and the workload was a lot easier to handle.
I took off my work uniform as I headed to the living room, looking forward to lying down on the couch after a day of sitting. My bra and panties were the last to hit the floor before I stretched out on the couch, my mind still spinning with what had happened.
Kristen and I hadn't spoken in years and to see her out of the blue like that was a shock to the system. Particularly when she actually seemed happy to see me.
We had had a pretty bad falling out and not for simple reasons. In my experience, high school friendships usually did seem to fall apart for pretty stupid or frivolous reasons. Looking back, it really wasn't a surprise that Whiney and I had drifted apart, despite having been friends for years.
Whiney's brother Logan had been my first real love worthy of the name.
Correction.
If I was being honest with myself, I’d have to admit he’d been my only real love.
Considering I’ve never been able to move on from him, no matter how hard I’ve tried.
Towering and powerful in stature, with jet black hair and equally dark eyes that seemed like they could look into your soul, Logan Parker saw more pussy than a vet. His nickname, spoken in hushed tones, was "the cherry picker" because he had, allegedly, deflowered so many of the girls at our school.
Not that that deterred me, of course.
There was something about a bad boy that really turned me on. Or at least back then there was, when I had more hormones than sense.
Kristen had tried to warn me off. Tried to tell me he was an asshole going through troubled times and doing stupid shit like getting suspended due to acting out, but at first I didn't listen. My teenage ego told me that she was jealous of Logan and wanted me all to herself.
It wasn't based on nothing.
I did seem to have a lot less time for her and our friendship when things heated up between Logan and me.
Little did I know, he really was messed up. Whether it was the trouble at home between his dad and grandpa or the trouble he was getting into at school, much of it from the brothers of the girls he'd fucked, who were mad at him once he dumped them for me, drama was always brewing around Logan.
I really wished I had listed to Kristen at the time. Especially before Logan and I went up the mountain— to the look-out point where other kids in my class talked about going to make out, but I had never been before. I was a good girl, before Logan.
We had gone in secret, knowing that there would be several people who would try and stop us. Not least of all my parents.
Everything had gone really well at first. I really hadn't been sure if he liked me. I was only 16 and he seemed so much older and cool.
When we were sitting by the campfire and he kissed me, I could have fainted from surprise. On instinct I had climbed up onto his lap and started grinding away. I took off my shirt and bra and he had gently sucked my tits. His cock was already hard and felt amazing, even through his jeans.