Things continued to worsen for me on the boyfriend front back in Santa Barbara. Michael’s possessiveness started to overpower me, his constant calling saying,
"Where are you now?"
His relentless texting, "I love you, I miss you, I need you, can’t wait to see you." Persistent questions such as, "who was that you were with just then? Who came into the coffee shop today?"
It was all too much for me and finally I summonsed up the courage to do what was required. Michael, I said,
"I don’t have the same feelings for you as you do for me. I do love and care for you as a friend and I do enjoy your company. But you deserve someone who feels the same as you do for them, and that person isn’t me."
OMG, I thought to myself later that week. What an unmitigated disaster. Michael had been sobbing like a three year who’d just lost his ball. Uncontrollably at first and then later in fits and bursts whenever I attempted to console him. I had been more upset than anticipated. It was simply due to the fact I was used to having him around, to talk with. To talk at was probably more to the point. Either way after many tissue filled nights spent talking with Mom on the phone, then watching reruns of "Greys Anatomy," I was starting to recover. I had decided to take up yoga on Tuesday and Thursday nights after work and I still went to the gym three mornings a week before work. I was going to keep busy and focused on finishing my gap year intact. It was now only three months until I headed back to Australia. My Communications Degree at the Queensland Institute of Technology awaited me, as did Mom, and my new life in Australia.
It was October 1 now and all was in readiness. Cal had booked a room at "La Colluna," a funky Italian restaurant in town. It was my nineteenth birthday. My best friend from school Mel was bringing her boyfriend Pete and Jo from the coffee shop was coming with her husband Christoph. I had spent the past week preparing. I had been in for the mandatory facial a week prior. I had the leg and bikini wax yesterday, before spending most of the day in the hair salon and had, with the assistance of Mel, been dressing for the occasion since 3 pm. I was excited and anxious all at the same time. I hadn’t seen Cal since our last trip to the cabin. He had been at a convention in Miami. Whilst I hadn’t had a drink since splitting with Michael almost six weeks prior. I was petrified on relying upon alcohol as a crutch, a common occurrence with my blood father, according to Mom that is. Tonight I was going to have a few drinks, tonight I was going to party with Cal and my friends.
Finally I was ready. I stood up, my small red dress just dropped below my pink thong. My pink bra strap was now hidden and with my bag firmly over my shoulder as I followed Mel to Pete’s car.
Chapter Five - Turning 19 at La Colluna
The roof top bar was buzzing. Jo and Christoph laid a bottle of Champagne on ice as they chatted before heading downstairs. Christoph was fun I thought. He’d grown up in France and come out to the States in the Navy before settling here with his Mom who was formerly from Washington. He had since worked his way up from the cellar door to become a Vigneron and was now working in a small Vineyard just out of town. Jo and he had only recently married and she had attended their wedding at the Vineyard they had not long returned from a honeymoon in Paris.
"So," Christoph said to me, "what, pray tell, have you planned for your nineteenth year, apart from a return to your birthplace in Aussie land? Are there any men on the horizon?"
And with that Jo dug him squarely in the ribs.
"You don’t have to answer that Jen," she said, frowning at Christoph as he gathered himself back up after the blow.
"No, I’m okay," I said. "There are no men on the horizon but even if there were, I’m not interested in a relationship. I’m nineteen now, I’m just a horny teen chasing sex!"
Everyone laughed. It was just so not me to speak like that, but so funny just the same.
Down in the restaurant we signed in under Cal’s name. He would only be another five minutes. He had texted me as he was parking around the corner. With Pete and Mel on one side and Jo and Christoph on the other, I sat at the head of the table. The Italian waiters were now delivering some "Bruschetta" as a starter and I had ordered some white bait for Cal, who now arrived. He is so handsome, I thought as he stood at the other end of their table, red roses in hand and a present in the other his dark blue Boss suit looked impeccable with a crisp white shirt navy tie and silver cuffs, a pair of sparkling black shoes and a smile that went for days.
"Hi everyone," he said in his familiar charismatic way.
"Apologies I’m late. I had to pick up the last piece of Jenifer’s present," he said, before making his way toward my end of the table and kissing me on the cheek.
"Happy birthday beautiful," he whispered. I smiled, as his eyes lowered to catch site of my pink push up bra, beneath my pretty red dress. My young supple breasts distracting him, as he handed over my present. I could see he had an erection growing as he stood next to me, inhaling my gorgeous perfume, drinking in my scent, drowning in my youth. I noticed he decided to quickly make his way back to his seat and sit before his secret was exposed.
Cal looked now toward Mel before he spoke,
"Mel,as you are staying with Jenifer this weekend, I am charging you with the responsibility of taking a photo opening this envelope with her birthday present on," he said, before handing her a red envelope with Happy Birthday Jenifer scrawled on its leaf.
"With pleasure Cal," Mel replied, smiling back toward the handsome man. Mel became fixated on Cal’s jaw line, as it angled its way toward his strong mouth, his shiny white teeth and his easy going smile. She became lost in the moment until her boyfriend Pete nudged her, requesting some of the Italian Frascata they had ordered with their meals. Cal’s presence hadn’t escaped the attention of the Restaurant’s young Italian waitress who now made a B line toward his seat to take his main menu order her flowing white dress, long legs and ample breast line all meeting him at once. Mel watched as beneath the waitress’s pretty brunette hair, her pen shook whilst taking his order, clearly transfixed by this dark handsome man.
I felt so lucky and special dining within a sensational Italian Restaurant with my closest friends, and with Cal at the head other end of the table. I had totally moved on from Michael and was content enjoying yoga, being fit from the gym, rested and relaxed, comfortable within my own skin. What shall my nineteenth year bring me? I pondered to myself whilst cutting the cake. Perhaps it would bring my wish, with Cal in the cabin by the lake. Everyone now sang with laughter Happy Birthday to me, as I continued to smile and laugh, never wanting the evening to end.
After dinner Cal drove Mel and I home to my condo, as we laughed off the evening’s events. I had been sneaking some alcohol between the disguise of my older friends. Not yet 21 it was illegal to drink alcohol in the States. I was camouflaged, I joked. Clearly affected by my birthday drinks. Cal leaned across the console squeezing me in tight and brushing my hair aside he whispered, Happy Birthday beautiful once more. As I grabbed my present and alighted from his door. My pretty red dress riding up my thighs once more, exposing my pretty pink thong, with my fleeting tender slit. Winding the window lower, he spoke upon saying goodbye,
"I hope you do not mind Jenifer, I sneaked a look at your clothes size when last time up at the cabin. If your present doesn’t fit, the number is there to exchange it, he said. Night girls. Behave!" He now shouted, watching as we held hands and danced away through his headlights.
"She looks stunning," Cal thought to himself, as my now long sleek legs left his vision. Taking Mel and I away from him out into the night.
Chapter Six - Cal’s nightcap
Cal was a bit frustrated now, he would like to have been able to have a nightcap with me yet with Mel around he decided to move on she may have cramped his style. He decided to cruise back into town. Since leaving my mom he had been exploring sexually and was now keen to satisfy his appetite. For the next month he would leave the States and head on extended leave with his best client Dirk they would fish for marlin for ten off the coast of Fiji’s Vetulele’ Island before joining Dirk’s family down at Savu Savu in Fiji for three weeks where they would dive snorkel at the Jacques Cousteau Resort between sailing, golfing and relaxing. In Fiji he was aware his sexual fantasies would lay dormant, until he returned back to the seedy West Coast.
He paid the $200 at the door, to the receptionist Sasha.
"Louise is the third door on the right ," she said.
He walked upstairs, lay on the bed and pulled his trousers down. His underpants still on, removing his jacket, tie and shirt, he waited. For what seemed an eternity. The escort, the hooker, the prostitute, he wasn’t exactly sure what to call them appeared no doubt from their previous escapade , he thought to himself. With gorgeous breasts the pretty brunette smiled lying beside him and touching his leg, kissing his cheek as she moved closer. He was somewhat nervous though he appeared not to be, fondling within his pants she reached for his cock, his eyes transfixed on her breasts.
He could feel his rod stiffen everything he had anticipated was coming to fruition, but he was still scared. Louise, his companion, reached for the condoms, folding, unwrapping, sliding, and then slowly lowering the plastic sleeve along his thick shaft. She sucked and lubricated his being, only looking up to withdraw her tongue for him to gaze at, to analyse, to become more, and more turned on. She pulled away and slowly removed her skirt her purple thong looking up at him.
" What would he do now?" He pondered to himself.
Louise appeared uncertain, moving to turn back to him to launch on her all fours she paused, uncertain of which way to turn. He anxiously moved her thighs, pushing her butt before him. The tight deep hole almost purple in color now rose as she now reached down below her stomach, seeking to pleasure herself, as he guided the condom, forth with his cock and balls following soon after.
" Could he catch a disease?" He mused somewhat anxiously.
It was too late now. Louise began to rock back and forth on song, grasping at his cock, with her tender juicy ass. Her hands continuously stroking, up and down her rod as she strangled her pre-cum head. Cal he held her butt cheeks firm, as she begged him to push harder in, to fuck her dirty hole, as she squirted her own cock juice out, screaming and squirming whole. Then retreating quickly to throw the plastic down, now stroking firmly upon his shaft, with the might of one half as young, Cal shot his cum all over her face, her lips, her mouth then her tongue. With his suit all placed back on, with his tie all nice and neat, thanking Sasha at reception for her time, he made his way back to the street.
