CHAPTER 1
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Jack Wilson
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It had been a LONG fucking night in retail indeed.
Those of you who can not only relate to this, you have my utmost sympathy as well.
Three call offs in the front end department where I grinded away as a "glorified" courtesy clerk, the store manager leaving at the most convenient of times (5 p.m.) and a pitiful duo of lazy ass teens who left me the bulk of their work as usual later, I was in no mood whatsoever to interact with the human race.
Thank the gods I had two days off in a row, and I was looking forward to not only spending those days off by myself, but also wondering what sort of fun I could stumble into and it made no difference to me whether I was going to be drunk or sober.
I bid farewell to the closing front end supervisor after grabbing and paying for a six pack of my go-to beer, then headed out the door into the night, the arctic air whipping through what was left of my body after a ten-hour day.
It had snowed earlier around the afternoon toward the start of my shift and didn't let up until two hours ago around eight. I looked out in the bare parking lot and saw my car buried about a foot high on the roof in Old Man Winter's generous offering.
"Goddamn it." I hissed, knewing what was to come next. But I realized the more I spent bitching about it, the more time I was cutting into my time I could be at home. So I opened up the back seat, grabbed my ice scraper with the nifty big brush at the end, and set to work after starting the car, turning on the blades to clear some snow from the windshield and the heater on full blast volcanic mode, of course.
Fifteen minutes later and with the labor finished, I threw the scraper into the back seat, shut the door, climbed in front and sat down to warm up.
In total perfect timing by the universe, my phone rang.
I looked to see who it was, and if it had been another damned "Scam Likely" call, I was about to let 'em have it.
But it was something even better.
Someone I liked a lot, actually.
The contact photo revealed that beautiful mane of short, ear-length and dyed black hair, sky blue eyes and a fair-skinned but gorgeous face kissed by her small handful of freckles that ran over her lovely cheeks...
It was my closest friend, Kira.
A smile already upon my face, I answered right away. "Hey, perfect timing! I'm unthawing as we speak!"
Kira's laugh on the other end was not only cute but helped warm me up even more.
"Poor little Jack Frost!" she taunted, in her smooth and borderline sultry, cheery tone, having another laugh. "You still at work?"
"Yeah, I was just about to head over. Your mom still at work?"
"Of course," Kira sighed, sounding a little sad. "She did a double today."
"That sucks!" I said. "Hopefully she's got some time off this week."
"Her only day off was yesterday and that's unfortunately all she was able to get," Kira chided.
"Pretty fucked."
"Yeah-p. Did you grab some drinks?"
"Sure did, you got some Jaeger left?"
"Do you know who you're talking to?" Kira laughed again.
That laugh was enough to amp up the excitement I was feeling already. Any time spent with her was nothing short of fun, spontaneous and even sometimes illegal.
We chatted for a little bit longer, and before I knew it it was already ten-thirty eight.
"It's damn near eleven!" I cried. "I'd better get off here and come down right away."
'It's your climax, Jacky, not mine," Kira teased, this time cackling at her X-rated comment.
It took me a moment what she was implying until I realized what I said.
"Oh-!" I laughed, finally back on earth and in the loop.
"Okay, now you're gonna hang up...?" she coaxed.
"I'm gonna hang up."
"You're gonna buckle up...?" she said.
"Definitely gonna buckle up."
A few seconds ticked by in silence.
"I don't hear the belt buckle fastening, Jackson..." Kira scolded, playfully.
The sexy authoritative tone she was suddenly using caused my crotch to tingle some. Luckily she didn't see my bulge building.
"Right, right," I said finally, clicking the belt in that split second.
"Good boy," Kira chirped, giggling again. "Now... you're gonna do what next?"
"I'm gonna come down now."
"Wrong! You're not just gonna do that. You're gonna come down and in ONE fucking piece. Deal?"
"Promise!"
"You'd better..." Kira threatened, a small giggle emanating in the background. My cock jolted.
"You'd better not be threatening me, Kira Mae..." I shot back, smiling.
"Get your ass down here, Jack Frost!"
"Yes ma'am. See you soon, K."
"Bye-eee!" she replied in a sing-song tone. She then hung up.
I hung up, shifted the car into drive, then proceeded to make my way down to our street.
***
I've known Kira Mae Kesey ever since we were both nine years old. She was the only girl in the group of us guys at that time and did everything with us; football, fishing, hiking, rode bikes, even bare knuckle boxed us for our Pokémon cards.
She cussed, spat, always went home the dirtiest and wasn't into what the other girls were into.
By the time she and I both entered high school, she began to really take on a feminine look: first her chest filled out to firm double C's. Next her ass followed and became a cute and ample bubble. Then makeup followed, but only eyeliner and occasionally lipgloss. For her sixteenth birthday she got her first pair of tattoos on either one her arms, a tongue ring, and a small green stud in the left side of her nose. Her wardrobe changed slightly and she began to dress from casual boy style like the rest of us to low-cut tanks and her ass-hugging jeans. She was still pulling off both the tomboy and feminine look perfectly here in her age of twenty-three.
So all in all, Kira blossomed and fucking fast into a gorgeous woman. Along the way she never lost her personality as we grew closer in our high school years, with her upfront tell-it-like-it-is ways, nor her sharp and, at times perverted, sense of humor. She was still compassionate, soft at times, hard on her aggressors and took no shit. She loved her Jaeger cold and her grass fresh. Above all, she loved her mother.
At times I wondered if she loved me, too. Which of course was ridiculous... a lot of the times with all the boys (and sometimes girls) she was with, I felt way out of her league.
Before I knew it, I was finally rolling up in her driveway by her sidewalk, leaving room for her mom to park in the driveway. I got out after shutting off the engine, then stepped out and started up Kira's walkway.
The front door was open, living room lights on. I heard some old tunes from our middle school days playing from the inside, and the TV was off.
I knocked on the storm door's glass, and peeked around the living room. Still no Kira. Where was she...?
Suddenly I felt stinging cold in the left side of my face and got my answer; I'd been a victim of an open kitchen window snowball assault!
Kira's adorable laughter rang out: "OHHHHHHH FUCK, HAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
I smirked, wiping off the remaining snow from my hair. I looked up to see her face turn from the window to go to the front door. In that split second, I quickly scooped off a pile of snow, formed a wonky snowball and hid it behind my back. She was gonna get it!
Then Kira emerged, and in that split second I about dropped my arsenal;
she was wearing her favorite low cut black tanktop, baby pink cotton shorts that revealed her thick, creamy thighs, and was barefoot. I stole a glance at her toes and felt my cock stirring. Her nails were decorated in pewter silver polish. Her hair looked wet like she'd just come from the shower, and she had on some of her eyeliner.
I never was more blown away by just her simple beauty.
I snapped back into reality, remembering that I owed her some payback... my grin returned.
There she was at the storm door, a hand on the glass, still doubled over and wheezing out her laughter, her gorgeous pale blues shining in absolute mischief up at me, causing her tits to jiggle in the process.
"OOOOOOoooooo heheheheeee!" she greeted, sticking up her middle finger at me along with her tongue that now jutted out playfully.
I only stood there, smiling, biding my time and nodding. I had hers waiting...
Finally she opened up the door for me after she calmed down, and when she did, I shot out my hand out and quickly crammed the snowball down her top and into her cleavage.
Kira screamed in laughter as she fell back, then delivered a sharp rabbit punch into my chest. "Eeee! Jack, you ass!"
Now it was my turn to laugh. "What's the matter, too cold?!"
Her blues playfully glaring me down, she shook out the snow that now ran down her tank and onto the floor. But I know that little smirk on her pretty face told me she wasn't really mad.
Kira and I played jokes on each other all the time. It was our thing.
"Is that how you greet a lady, Jack Parker??" Kira hissed suddenly, that smile now spreading wide.
"If I like her well enough, of course!" I crowed, grinning back.
She shook her head, and then wrapped me in a hug, and as she did I heard her little, happy sigh. My arms went around her waist and my hands went about her tight back. As my head went over and cradled into her right shoulder, I got a brief feel of her soft, smooth skin, fresh from the shower. She smelled of lavender and a touch of her natural scent. To this day I could never pinpoint it, but it was intoxicatingly erotic...
Rubbing her back some, I suddenly got the confirmation that she was braless.
Oh shit, I thought.
I stepped out of the hug once I felt my bulge building again. Of course I didn't want her to see it... so I had to play nonchalant. "Thanks for having me, Miss Kesey."
"Good to see you as always, assface, how'd work go today?" she asked, laughing as she went into the kitchen to fetch us a beer.
