The Truth of My Spring Break Ch. 01

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Note: This story is true (names have been changed). I tried to reform… but it’s no use. To paraphrase Mae West… Good girls may go to heaven, but bad girls go everywhere!

Kenna stretched as she got off of the plane. First class or not, air travel was a pain in the ass. Kenna chuckled as she slowly began to regain feeling in that specific portion of her anatomy. Shouldering her bag, she nearly ran through the terminal in her eagerness to feel the warm California sun on her skin. Home! Well, not according to the post office. According to them her home was that large, echoing house in rural Colorado. Kenna knew better, this was the home of her heart. Kennedy Beth Carellos had been born here, and had never belonged anywhere else. She quickly made her way to the parked 2005 Mustang that waited for her in the lot, and gave thanks to the Goddess for her father. He had arranged this week of bliss, knowing that she needed a break from school before it broke her. Not that school was difficult… it was just frustrating. Kenna’s clear blue eyes sparkled as she lowered the top on the mustang and cranked up the radio. The car drove smoothly along familiar streets, accelerating with a power that almost made her regret her decision to avoid the freeway. Almost… the 405 would be a mess, especially on a Friday afternoon.

The parking structure of the apartment complex required a key card and a pass code. Rolling her eyes at the fortress-like security, Kenna regretfully parked the car and casino siteleri headed for apartment J120. The Newport Beach complex was gorgeous. Everything was surrounded by greenery, the colors seeming brighter after the Colorado winter. The apartment was small, but luxurious. Perfect! Kenna sat down to make some calls. There were people to see places to go, and trouble to get into.


Kenna’s long auburn hair swirled around her as she danced to the throbbing beat of the music. The club was packed. The pounding music, flashing lights, video screens, and the crushing press of people had turned the club into a scene of chaos. Kenna loved it. She loved the hard driving rhythms of the music, the sweet taste of the apple martini in her hand, and especially the scenes on the video screens. Medea dancing to Hecate from Jason and the Argonauts, an odd choice… that somehow worked. Kenna doubted if anyone else recognized the symbolism. The air was filled with sex; sweaty bodies pressed tightly together, the moans that punctuated the DJ’s beats, the fog machines producing a smoky atmosphere. Kenna downed her drink and walked up to her cousin. “Hey Elle, want a refill?”

Elle smirked and held up her empty glass. “You read my mind!”

Kenna grabbed the glass and headed back into the crush of people, slowly sliding between bodies to make her way to the bar. Beads of sweat dripped down her chest, gliding over milky white skin to disappear beneath skintight slot oyna black silk. Her fair skin glowed under the strobe lights, accentuated by dark clothing and a light dusting of glitter. Her perfectly proportioned hips, hugged lightly by low-rise button-fly jeans, moved gracefully in time with the beat as she slid smoothly up to the bar. It was a night for the body, a night of pleasure untouched by reason. Kenna ordered two more apple martinis, and two shots of tequila. There would be time enough in the morning to think about consequences.


Kenna pulled herself forcefully out of bed at the sound of the ringing phone. Sleep darkened her voice to a husky whisper as she answered. The shock of the voice that greeted her brought her fully awake in seconds. Sure, she had spoken to him since she had left. Long conversations over the Internet that ended awkwardly. The breakup had been brutal, but she had refused to let it ruin their friendship. His voice still had the power to clutch at her heart, even after almost two years of telling herself that she was over it. Now he wanted to see her, and she couldn’t tell him not to come. She twisted a lock of hair around her fingers as she hung up the phone. There wasn’t a lot of time to prepare herself… he (and his new girlfriend) would be at her doorstep in about an hour. She chewed on her bottom lip as she turned the hot water on in the shower. “What have I gotten myself into this time?” she asked her reflection as canlı casino siteleri she stepped into the steaming water. Her reflection, as usual, declined to answer.

As Kenna lathered her hair her mind replayed the last time she had seen him. He had been trying to get her to stay after she had found him in bed with another woman, not just any other woman… but a close friend of hers. She wouldn’t listen to him, knew that if she stayed for just one moment longer than it took for her to pack her things that she would break down into tears. She had shoved everything into her car and left, instinctively running to the only man that she knew that she could trust… her father.

Shaking her head to clear it, Kenna grabbed the sponge and began to lather lavender soap onto her skin. Despite her intentions, memories began to wash over her as she slowly caressed her body. Her hands moved gently over her breasts as her breath quickened, her mind lost in thoughts of remembered passions. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she remembered the way his tongue moved against her throat as he gently nipped at her skin. Her eyelids fluttered as one hand moved down her stomach to gently dip between her thighs. She remembered his fingers, strong and insistent as they explored her. She could almost feel his breath on her ear, and hear the soft words that he had spoken. Her fingers moved frantically as she imagined him filling her, pressing her up against the wall and driving into her until she went mad with the intensity of it. Her eyes opened wide, and she screamed as waves of energy moved through her. Panting, she rinsed herself in the now chilly water and stepped out of the shower. It was going to be an interesting afternoon.

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