The Perfect Holiday

Maybe things were going to work out after all.

EPILOG: Katrina

College was a lot harder than high school. Even though I was just a freshman taking basic courses, I knew that I had my work cut out for me. To become a cancer researcher, I would need to earn a bachelor’s degree in biology or some other life science, then a graduate degree and maybe even a Ph.D. It could take years and cost every cent I had and then some, but someday, if I kept going, I would be Dr. Katrina Donovan, cancer researcher.

My mom would have been so proud of me, although I don’t know if she could have been any prouder than my dad. He told everyone who came into the bar that his daughter was going to be a doctor. They even started calling me Dr. Donovan when I brought their rounds of beer and shots.

I had been accepted at NYU in the fall, which meant I could go to school and keep working at the bar to help my dad. It wasn’t MIT, but that might come someday. I had a very long road ahead of me. Luckily, I had Nicky D’Angelo coming along for the ride.

* * *

Nicky was sitting up reading some financial magazine when I came out of the bathroom naked from the shower and crawled into the king-sized bed next to him. He pretended to be engrossed in some article about international currency trading, but when I nuzzled up to him and slid my hand between his legs, he seemed to lose the ability to read.

“Mmmm, what are you doing?” he asked, tossing the magazine to the floor and wrapping his arms around me. His cock was long and hard in my hand. I worked my fingers up and down the veiny shaft and teased his hard nipple with my tongue.

“I’m forcing you to take a break,” I said, my tongue working its way up his neck. I took little bites out of his jaw on my way to his lips.

“Do I look like I need a break,” he asked, opening his mouth so my tongue could slide inside.

“You do,” I said, moving to straddle his thighs so I could milk his cock in front of me. His hands came up to my tits and gave them a firm squeeze. He rolled my hard nipples between his fingers, making me moan in delicious pain.

“Can I read my magazine after you fuck my brains out?” he asked, putting his hands on my hips to pull me onto his cock.

“You can try,” I said with a smile. “But I doubt you’ll be able to.”

I held his cock with one hand and slowly impaled myself onto it. The breath rushed from my lungs as he filled my entire cunt with his long, thick manhood.

“That feels amazing…” I moaned, putting my hands on his chest as I slowly slid my hips back and forth down the length of him. He dug his fingers into my sides to help me along.

“Yes, it does…” he said. “Amazing…”

“God, you’re setting me on fire,” I said, closing my eyes as the heat from my cunt radiated throughout my entire body. It was warm in the bedroom. I started to sweat as the heat from our bodies intensified.

“Oh… fuck…” he moaned, arching his hips to drive deeper into my cunt. “You’re so fucking… tight…”

I licked the sweat from my lips and lowered my mouth onto his. He was sweating, too. He was salty on my tongue. His skin was glistening and slick beneath me.

“I’m cumming…” I moaned as the orgasm began to shudder through me.

Nicky slid his hands around to my ass and started pummeling me onto his cock. “Cum with me, baby… cum… cum…”

He growled and stiffened beneath me, every muscle in his body rippling as he filled me with his hot seed. I came with him, gushing hot juices over his cock and balls, making a wonderfully sticky mess. The room filled with the scent of our sex and sweat. We thrust at each other for a moment more, then I collapsed on top of him, panting in his ear,

“Fuck… I needed that,” he said with his lips at my ear.

“So did I,” I said, getting up onto my elbows. I was literally burning up. I brushed the back of my hand acros my forehead. I was sweating like crazy and so was he.

“I may have turned the heat up too high,” he said with a happy sigh. “I didn’t want you to freeze when you got out of the shower. Now I’m sweating like pig. Wait, Dr. Donovan, do pigs sweat?”

I smiled and kissed his lips. “I’m not sure,” I said, gazing into his eyes. “But there is one thing I know.”

“What’s that?”

“When I’m making love to you, sweat is so fucking sexy.”

He ran his tongue up my neck like he was licking an ice cream cone and said, “Yes, ma’am, it certainly is.”

I put my hands on his face and looked deeply into his eyes. “Thank you for buying me, Mr. D’Angelo. You saved my life.”