How I Spent My Summer Vacation Pt. 01 by Carol Hitchcock
ROGUEWRITER'S AUTHOR NOTE - The following story is fiction. FICTION. I'll even underline it for you-FICTION. If you are minor or it is illegal to read this stuff in your area, or you don't like reading about the kind of stuff in the header- DON'T READ THIS STORY. Otherwise enjoy the hell out of yourself.
CAROL'S AUTHOR NOTE - You remember writing these stupid things when you were young, right? The first assignment when school started in the fall was to make a report about what you did on summer vacation. It was like the teachers were trying to remind you of all the things you weren't going to be doing from now on. They wanted you to know that you've had your fun, now it's all work, and they could even turn what fun you had into work. The icing on the cake was when they'd ask you what you learned over the summer, which put pressure on you to think of something more worthy than finding out a human being could double-dutch for thirty minutes non-stop. I guess I decided on this title because I finally had something really interesting to write after a summer vacation. Well, interesting isn't quite the word to describe what happened. What follows was more of a life-changing experience. You'll see.
CHAPTER 1: TROUBLE IN TWO BATHROOMS
I stood with my hand on the doorknob to the bathroom, my mind flooded with images of what lay on the other side. There would be blood, lots of it. The time to call for an ambulance might be long gone, and for every second I hesitated her chance to live might be slipping away. But fear kept me from turning the knob. Fear of what I would see when I opened the door. Fear that I'd blame myself for it. Fear of knowing I'd made such grave errors in judgment. The whole thing was my fault anyway, if I'd just done the right thing in the first place. Then the pain in my head reminded me both of us might need that ambulance. I had to do it now. As I turned the knob, I'll always remember KMFDM playing in the background, just because it was so fitting.
This whole thing started two weeks ago in another bathroom, many miles away. I stood in the shower that morning, with the water splashing me right in the face, trying to figure out how I was going to break up with my girlfriend. It was something I'd put off for too long. I told myself I'd do it at the end of the semester and today was the last day of finals. It wasn't going to be easy because I really like Kim. She's funny, beautiful, and can be really sweet when she tries. I get along with her better than anyone I've ever known, and she's tons of fun to hang out with- too much fun, which is the problem. No way around it, I had to do this. My future as a college student was riding on it. I had to take charge of my life.
I heard Kim walk into the bathroom. "Good morning, whore."
"Hey bitch," I responded. Calling each other offensive names was our thing, the worse the better. Don't ask me how it started, and I don't think she would remember either.
I could hear Kim brushing her teeth. There we stood on opposite sides of the shower curtain- she was simply getting ready for the day and I was standing under the spraying water, not even washing myself anymore, trying to figure out how to break up with her. I stared at the curtain, imagining how she looked on the other side.
Kim has a thin body with long, straight blond hair, a cute face topped with a button nose and the most piercing set of blue eyes I've ever seen. She could be a model except for the fact that she's a shrimp, standing only 5'3". But with those looks she could probably still become an actress, which shouldn't be too hard since acting out is something she does regularly.
Just thinking about her looks made me feel ugly. Of course, my mother would yell at me if she knew I was thinking that. Mom would chastise me every time I looked in some women's fashion magazine in the checkout line at the store because she knew I was comparing myself to the models in there. She'd say it was lucky we couldn't afford those magazines, otherwise I'd look at those pictures all the time and never eat again. But what mom didn't realize was that I didn't think of my body as a problem. I stand 5'6 and weigh 135 pounds, and my C-cup breasts are bigger than some of the models in those magazines. My body has some decent curves and I have dark shoulder length hair with naturally tight ringlets that I know some women wish they had. What I didn't like was my face. It's so plain. Nothing particularly striking about it except a few freckles on my checks, and for me that's striking in the wrong way.
"Your mother didn't need to look like that to get my attention," my Dad would say, "any woman that can operate a tractor does it for me." Then she'd throw something at him and we'd all laugh, or she'd grab the skillet and make a show of chasing him around the kitchen. I smiled thinking about my parents.
Kim pulled the shower curtain back. "Any room for me in here?"
"As long as you don't hog the soap."
She stepped in and put her body up against mine. Our nipples poked against one another. "Soap isn't what I was looking for." Kim gave my lips a few soft, wet kisses, each one lingering a little longer until her tongue worked its way into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her ass, one hand on each cheek. My fingertips lightly traced her globes until her hands grabbed me behind my head and pulled me harder into the kiss. That's when my hands took a firm hold of her butt and roughly kneaded her cheeks, making her moan in my mouth. Our bodies pressed hard up against one another as our tongues came close to violence. The one thing you could never say about Kim and I was that we weren't passionate lovers.
I kissed my way down to her left nipple, letting my teeth graze over it as my lips sucked on the rest of the areole and my hand caressed the underside. I went over to the other one and gave it the same treatment, after which I went back up to let our tongues play together again. Our passionate kiss continued as her arms replaced her hands around my head.
I broke the kiss and got on my knees, lightly kissing her shaved mound. Kim put a hand on my head and stroked my hair as the light kisses gave way to my tongue licking the area. As she mewed and moaned, my hands rubbed along her thighs and legs, finally going back around to her ass and the fingers of my left hand went sliding up and down the crack. My right hand reached up and grabbed the bottle of liquid soap on the ledge. It took some fumbling around, but I managed to squirt some onto my fingers and my hand took its place between her ass cheeks again. My index finger found her anus and I slowly pressed into her asshole.
"Mmmm," she moaned, "It's way too early in the morning for anal." I laughed, then complied by pulling out and letting my other hand move between her legs as she spread them slightly, sliding my finger back and forth along her lips to build momentum. Finally I curled my index finger and slowly slid it into her slit until I was most of the way in.
"Uhhhhh," was all she said as I let my finger sit in there, allowing her to prepare. There was a sharp intake of breath as I slowly pulled my finger out to the tip, then slowly moved back in again, gradually increasing speed every few thrusts until I had a good pace going. At that point I began licking again. Her face contorted slightly as I did this, the corner of her mouth dipping down from its smile to what almost looked like discomfort. That's something I never understood about the look on someone's face when they receive pleasure, sometimes it looks like they're in pain.
