started to die down and I’m exhausted. With nearly a case of beer gone—split between the three of us—we call it a night. I walk the guys to their car and head back to the fire and watch as the embers turn from bright orange to black. I lean back on the bench and watch as they change shape and color and think about… Barbie.
There’s no way I like that bitch. I have no clue what my friends are thinking, but they couldn’t be more wrong. I like girls like Devon—beautiful, sweet with personality to boot. But she wants more than what I can give her right now. Speaking of angelic, what is with them calling Barbie, Angel? She may look like an angel, but looks are as far as it goes—that girl seems to trade her halo for horns when I’m around.
I clean up the beer cans and head off to the house. I shine the flash light on the ground to see where I’m walking. When I get into the house, I notice the kitchen light on. I close the door quietly behind me and peek around the corner.
Phoebe stands there looking out the window and drinking a glass of water. She’s in the nightgown that she wore last night in my dream. Okay, now I can see why the guys say she looks like an angel. The cream colored gown flows freely down her body and one of the thin straps slips off of her silky shoulder.
I take off my boots and slip inside. She jumps and turns around when the floor creaks beneath me.
She nearly drops the glass of water and her eyes go wide. “Jesus, you scared me.”
“I’d hate to break it to you darlin’ but I’m not Jesus, though most women call me God when I’m fucking them.”
Did I just fucking say that? I didn’t drink that much... did I?
Her eyes go wide and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh, which makes me laugh.
“Night,” I say chuckling as I walk past her and into the den.
I undress and notice that my cock is still hard from looking at Ang—Phoe—Barbie.
I get under the covers and start stroking myself. I recall the dream I had last night. I had her pinned up against a wall, and I could feel how wet she was for me through her panties. She felt and smelled so damn good. I could have licked and nipped at her for days and it still wouldn’t be enough.
After I relieve myself, I clean myself up and roll over. When I close my eyes, images of Barbie pop in my head—only when she speaks, I hear Devon’s voice.
I wake up, feeling better than I have all week. I’m thankful for the Montgomery’s letting me stay with them, I could never go out in public looking like this.
Reaching for my phone, I call Mr. Keiser to let him know what’s going on. The hospital faxed over information about the accident and my work restrictions, but I know he’ll worry if he doesn’t hear from me. He assures me that everything will be fine and they will take care of the balance at the hotel, as well as the rental.
I walk downstairs and inhale the scent of summer that wafts in through the open windows. It’s a beautiful day and things are finally starting to turn around. I only have five more days until I get my stitches out, so today is going to be dedicated to getting everything in order, and hopefully finding a place to live.
I greet Emily when I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. When I sit down at the table, Emily sets down a plate of eggs in front of me and I dig in.
“Where are Keith and Dean?” I ask, dipping my toast into the egg and breaking the yoke.
“They went to check out the damage to the truck,” she sets a glass of milk down in front of me and pulls out a chair.
“I talked to Mr. Keiser, he’s my boss, when I woke up. He told me that he’ll take care of the hotel and the rental for me. Now, I just need to look for a place to live,” I say happily.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her face fall. “What’s wrong?” I turn towards her and she looks like she wants to say something.
“It’s nothing, dear. Eat up and then you and I can go into town today. I
There’s no way I like that bitch. I have no clue what my friends are thinking, but they couldn’t be more wrong. I like girls like Devon—beautiful, sweet with personality to boot. But she wants more than what I can give her right now. Speaking of angelic, what is with them calling Barbie, Angel? She may look like an angel, but looks are as far as it goes—that girl seems to trade her halo for horns when I’m around.
I clean up the beer cans and head off to the house. I shine the flash light on the ground to see where I’m walking. When I get into the house, I notice the kitchen light on. I close the door quietly behind me and peek around the corner.
Phoebe stands there looking out the window and drinking a glass of water. She’s in the nightgown that she wore last night in my dream. Okay, now I can see why the guys say she looks like an angel. The cream colored gown flows freely down her body and one of the thin straps slips off of her silky shoulder.
I take off my boots and slip inside. She jumps and turns around when the floor creaks beneath me.
She nearly drops the glass of water and her eyes go wide. “Jesus, you scared me.”
“I’d hate to break it to you darlin’ but I’m not Jesus, though most women call me God when I’m fucking them.”
Did I just fucking say that? I didn’t drink that much... did I?
Her eyes go wide and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh, which makes me laugh.
“Night,” I say chuckling as I walk past her and into the den.
I undress and notice that my cock is still hard from looking at Ang—Phoe—Barbie.
I get under the covers and start stroking myself. I recall the dream I had last night. I had her pinned up against a wall, and I could feel how wet she was for me through her panties. She felt and smelled so damn good. I could have licked and nipped at her for days and it still wouldn’t be enough.
After I relieve myself, I clean myself up and roll over. When I close my eyes, images of Barbie pop in my head—only when she speaks, I hear Devon’s voice.
I wake up, feeling better than I have all week. I’m thankful for the Montgomery’s letting me stay with them, I could never go out in public looking like this.
Reaching for my phone, I call Mr. Keiser to let him know what’s going on. The hospital faxed over information about the accident and my work restrictions, but I know he’ll worry if he doesn’t hear from me. He assures me that everything will be fine and they will take care of the balance at the hotel, as well as the rental.
I walk downstairs and inhale the scent of summer that wafts in through the open windows. It’s a beautiful day and things are finally starting to turn around. I only have five more days until I get my stitches out, so today is going to be dedicated to getting everything in order, and hopefully finding a place to live.
I greet Emily when I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. When I sit down at the table, Emily sets down a plate of eggs in front of me and I dig in.
“Where are Keith and Dean?” I ask, dipping my toast into the egg and breaking the yoke.
“They went to check out the damage to the truck,” she sets a glass of milk down in front of me and pulls out a chair.
“I talked to Mr. Keiser, he’s my boss, when I woke up. He told me that he’ll take care of the hotel and the rental for me. Now, I just need to look for a place to live,” I say happily.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her face fall. “What’s wrong?” I turn towards her and she looks like she wants to say something.
“It’s nothing, dear. Eat up and then you and I can go into town today. I
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