All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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Christmas 1999
It may be an unpopular opinion in many circles, but I really did not like Christmas. Like, at all.
Since I had still not cleaned up my basement from when Eva came over week ago, I decided to make a beach day of things. First I grabbed a few pillows and spread a beach blanket onto the sand to make a cozy nest. I moved a TV downstairs so I could put on a double feature of my favorite surfing movies. Finally, I ordered in enough tacos to choke a horse, and threw on my swim trunks so I could relax in the glow of a heat lamp. I dipped my toes into the almost real feeling beach sand (it was paving sand, but it was still soft and nice) and could almost feel like I was at a sunny beach despite the rain coming down outside.
As the second movie started up, my doorbell rang. It was followed by a rather insistent knock. I wasn't expecting company, but even if it was a pleasant surprise, they weren't getting any of my tacos. Reluctantly I got up, wiped my feet at the top of the stairs and answered the door.
It was certainly a surprise to see the woman standing on my porch. Although, for the life of me, I could not place her name.
"Hi," she said pleasantly, "remember me?"
She was of Asian decent, with long straight black hair currently in a pony tail. She was shorter than I remembered, but still tall at about 5'10". She was pretty, very much so, but for all that I could not come up with a name.
"From the party," I said. I tried to focus on her face but the memories were only dripping out of my brain.
"At halloween, at Amandas," I said finally. "You were dressed as ranger Jessica Rabbit. Right?"
She took on a questioning look, her eyebrow raising up almost comically fast. "You shoot a huge load of cum into my mouth, which I spit into another womans' face, and my costume is what you remember?"
"I mean, I remember that," I said quickly. It was kind of hard to forget as it was hot. But also kinda weird. And gross. And hot.
"Honestly, that night was kind of a blur after that, so please help me out," I asked.
"Kelly," she said, laughing lightly at my awkwardness. "And its fine. That was a pretty hot costume, if I do say so myself."
"I didn't recognize you right away without the red hair."
"How many Japanese women do you know with flaming red hair?"
"Well," I offered, "one for sure."
"May I come in?"
I stepped aside and let her in. Now that I could see her in regular clothes, I could get a better look at her.
She was indeed tall, and liked to show off her smooth legs and round ass, judging by the short, tight jean skirt she was wearing. She was sporting a cropped jean jacket, but beneath had on a black tank top that showed her solid B-cup breasts. Her neck was very noticeable though, as it was long and elegant like a swan.
Her makeup was simple, but stark. Her eyes had black outlines while her lips were painted a dark reddish-purple. Like blood when you get it drawn at the doctors office.
Kelly strode into the living room and turned around, placing her hands on her shapely hips.
"Did I catch you working out or something," she asked.
"No, why?"
"Because you're in trunks, and you're sweating," she pointed out.
"Ah, that," I replied. "I... was having a beach day in my basement. I set it up for something else cause I was missing my hometown. But since I didn't clean it up yet, and it was crap outside, I decided... beach day."
"That... sounds awesome actually," Kelly said. "Is there any water?"
"A kiddie pool, but it's empty," I said. "Do you want to go to the beach," I offered, gesturing to the stairwell. The action probably looked way more creepy than I intended, as I was basically inviting her into my darkened basement.
She looked at the entrance and then back to me.
"What kind of a beach," she asked.
"Just a regular beach," I said.
"Oh, well then if its just a regular beach, then I'd love to," she said happily, taking off her jean jacket. As she passed by me, she stopped and turned her head to address me.
"Just so you know... I would have been just as happy if it was a topless beach. Or even a nude beach," she said, smiling slightly as she continued on and down the stairs.
Fuck. That was a missed opportunity. Better not let that happen again.
Once downstairs, she took off her tank top and unzipped her jean skirt. She was wearing a bright green bra that was fairly small, and a thong quite small in the front, revealing the top of a tiny and well trimmed bush.
We sat down and I offered her a drink. She took a soda and, to my annoyance, asked for a taco. I handed her one, but it was the smallest one. We sat and nibbled and watched a little of the movie.
"So, what actually brought you by," I asked, muting the movie.
Taking a sip of soda, she answered without taking her eyes off the TV. "I wanted to see if you'd be down to fuck."
Now, I know I have a lot of ladies who like to have sex with me. But those relationships are usually established for a while before I start getting requests like this. Even with her friend Mallory, whom Amanda set us up, we spent time talking before we got down to business.
"Ah," I said, taking a slug of my own drink. Kelly turned over, laying with her side facing me, her hand holding up her head.
"Look," she said, taking breath in preparation for what may be a long explanation. "I am very busy. I'm only 22 and have a beyond full time job doing coding. Before that it was college finishing my masters, which I graduated with honors and took a helluva lot of electives and extra classes to get done so early. Before that was crazy with high school and extracurriculars, and before that I think I was in kindergarten.
"It feels like I never get to take a breath, and everything is stressful and fast paced.
