Part III
Kevin
Kristina and I spent most of the day in the mall, and we were forced to make several trips to the car to drop off the packages she had accumulated. From bed linens, to clothes, Kristina had spent more money in a day, than I had spent in the last six months. Kristina had also managed to turn every head in the mall, with her baby t-shirt exposing her taut, flat stomach and navel ring, and her breasts nearly ripping the seams to shreds. The hem of her denim skirt fell to mid-thigh, and was easily the shortest skirt I had ever seen her wear. Inside a lingerie store, the female clerk that measured Kristina's bust size turned bright red as she went about a task several hundred men in the mall would have paid to complete. The clerk had probably measured hundreds of women in her time at the store, but Kristina's figure wasn't exactly common.
"So what's the deal, babe?" I asked, as we sat at a small table along the main concourse of the third floor. "You've never talked about your father, and that's an awful lot of money to spend for a girl in college. There must be a few things I don't know."
"I know, I'm sorry I haven't been open about my dad, I just didn't want to bring it up so early in our relationship. But I have no problem talking about him." Kristina sat for a moment, looking into my eyes, and then nervously, her eyes darted around the mall. She toyed with the condensation that had formed around her ice-cold cup of lemonade, and I could see she was struggling with something. Eventually, she looked up, smiled, and began to speak.
Henry O'Neil, Kristina's father, was a hardworking man who had taken his small garage and turned it into a chain of automobile repair shops that spread throughout twelve states. At some point, he had managed to purchase himself a thousand shares of stock at fifty cents per share in a newly formed computer company founded by one of the more promising young technological minds in the country. Within ten years, the price of the stock had exploded, and Kristina's father instantly became one of the wealthier men in the country.
It took very little of the money Henry had made to expand his business, and within four years, fifty franchises had emerged across the country. Eventually, Henry decided that he had worked long enough. He sold all his interest in the business he created, and began to purchase and restore classic cars. Between the proceeds from the sale of his business, and the money he had made in the stock market, Henry O'Neil retired before his mid-fifties, and had amassed a net worth of nearly 800 million dollars.
Kristina's father had poured nearly all his time into improving his business, almost completely neglecting a social life. There were plenty of interested women, but Henry's mind was always too distracted with other matters. He simply didn't care to devote his energy to a relationship until he retired.
Kathy Aylesworth was a 24-year-old bank manager at the time, and she handled the management of Henry's enormous accounts. They met once a week for nearly a year before Henry, at 54, finally mustered the courage to ask Kathy out. Kathy was already engaged at the time, but Henry's charm, persistence, and maturity won her heart, and they were married within 3 months of their first date. The stares and disgusted looks Kathy received from townspeople that assumed she was a gold digger were ignored, nobody seemed to care that she had insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement because she felt it would ease Henry's mind and prove that her love was genuine. Henry refused to have an agreement drawn up, initially, but relented in the end.
Two years later, Kathy became pregnant with Kristina, and for a brief time, Henry was as happy as he had ever been. Two months after the birth of his daughter, however, Henry's heart began to fail.
The downward spiral of Henry's health hadn't lasted long, and two short years after he was married, Henry finally succumbed to his illness. The news from Henry's lawyer that Henry had torn up the pre-nuptial agreement seven months after it was signed did little to ease Kathy's pain. Heartbroken and alone, and wealthier beyond her dreams, Kathy healed herself by pouring her energy into her daughter. Kathy dated a few times, but nobody ever won her heart, Henry had been the last man Kathy loved.
When Kristina finished speaking, I took her hand in mine, as a small tear ran down her left cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb, and then kissed her hand as she composed herself.
"Thank you for sharing that story with me, Kris. I can see how much it hurts you to talk about it."
"Yeah, he was quite an amazing man. I'm sorry that I never really got a chance to know him, but mom talks so openly and honestly about him, I really do feel close to him."
"Kathy hasn't fallen in love once in 17 years?" I asked, amazed. "But she's so beautiful. She must have had a ton of men chasing after her."
"Well, she spent a lot of time with me, and when she did go out, she had trouble sifting through the men who knew she had inherited everything from daddy. She tried to downplay the money, building a smaller house, buying just the cars she wanted to drive, no expensive jewelry, but everyone knew. Eventually, she just stopped trying."
I kissed Kristina's hand once again and smiled at her. We walked back to my car quietly; my arm nestled around her waist. After helping her in, I drove back to her house as the bright yellow sun finally went down around us.
"Aren't you staying tonight, Kevin?" Kristina asked, as she got out of the car.
"I don't have any clothes here, and tomorrow's a work day."
"Oh please, you own the place, you can take a day off if you want to. Besides, I've seen you at work. You sit around surfing sports web sites, and reading the newspaper. You only do about 3 hours of actual work."
I laughed, unable to deny it. Work had nothing to do with my reluctance to go inside, but there wasn't much else I could say. My gaze drifted down from her face to her chest. Leaning in through the window to talk with me, her shirt had drooped in front, and her enormous breasts hung down, squashed against her arms that were bracing her on the inside of the window frame.
"I don't know how I ever say no to you, Kris," I laughed, turning the car off. The heat had not yet broken, even though the sun had gone down, and I suggested we jump in the pool for a while before getting dinner. After changing our clothes, I followed Kristina downstairs to the kitchen, and we walked out on to the deck through the sliding glass doors I had first spotted Kathy through that morning.
Kathy was lying down in a deck chair listening to the radio and sipping iced tea. I didn't see her at first; my eyes were locked on Kristina's tight ass as she walked towards the edge of the pool ahead of me. Around the deck, candles sat perched atop small wooden towers, and the flickering lights danced across the water in the pool like small shards of moonlight.
"Well, hello, you two," she said. "You spent quite a lot of time at the mall, I thought you had gotten lost."
"Time wasn't all your daughter spent," I joked, finally looking to my right. I gasped when I set my eyes on Kathy. I heard a splash behind me and knew that Kristina had jumped in the pool, but there wasn't much else I was aware of except that Kathy O'Neil's impossibly huge breasts were covered in nothing more than two small triangles of cloth and some string as she sat at the edge of the water. The bottom half of her bikini wasn't much bigger than the top, and my cock sprang to life immediately.
