A Christmas Party Ch. 07

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned. His cock seemed to be working solely for her pussy, he had lost all control of it, all he could do was feel. He took hold of her thighs and raised them to her knees, opening up her pussy to his total massacre. He pounded her like a crazed man, his pent up desire and every other emotion he felt toward her melted into his pummeling.

It started like a tiny spark in his toes, travelled along every muscle in his body, he felt it, welcomed it as he welcomed her moans which were getting louder with every hard stroke he took. He took in the sight of her sweaty body, her full breasts bounced erratically, the air was filled with the raw, musky scent of sex and sounds of their grunts and moans, her pussy sucked him in like a vacuum, her walls contracting and damn near swallowing his dick. His sensory organs went on overload as he let out an animalistic growl and erupted deep inside her womb.

Kachi's orgasm followed, knocking the air out of her lungs, and she could swear she screamed so loud, her throat would be sore for an entire week.

He collapsed on her, his breath uneven, his skin cold and clammy as the cold air dried off the sweat. e lay against her chest, listening to the erratic sound of her heartbeat, as it slowly evened, he heard the sound of fireworks going off as the rest of the world welcomed the new year.

"I love you Kachi" he said softly into the cold night.

He felt her hands in his hair and her lips place a soft kiss against his temple, "I love you Jeremy"

*****

This had to be a nightmare of some sorts, yes, it was a bad nightmare she was sure to wake up from.

Claire sat in her bedroom staring into space as she thought of how fast her entire fantasy world had come crashing down. She wanted it all to be a really bad joke, some sort of weird April Fool prank that would be over by tomorrow. But it wasn't, she really had fucked up this time, and there would be no make-up sex...well, not with Jeremy.

She replayed the events of last night in her head. After Jeremy had walked out with the whore, everyone had turned on her, first Susan, who had excused herself from the table after giving her a long disapproving look, and then Jonathan who had simply reminded her father of their golf game the next day and asked the butler to show them out when they were through.

Her father hadn't spoken to her their entire drive home, neither had her mother who had only been able to throw sympathetic looks her way. But she had gotten a good talking to the second they got into the house. Her father had damn near screamed the house down, accusing her of disgracing him in the presence of a family friend, being childish, and had ended his ranting by ordering her to apologize to Jeremy as soon as possible.

And then this morning, she had gone to Jeremy's condo for the sole purpose of apologizing...and more. She had gotten in with a duplicate key she had gotten without his knowledge, just in case she felt like throwing him a surprise. And dressed in nothing but her bra and panties under the trench coat she wore and a pair of six-inch heels, she had come with the full intention to surprise him. Only, she was the one who met the surprise once she stepped into the house. She didn't need to go far to know what had happened the night before, the unfinished drinks, the sight of a female's top- no, the top that little tramp had been wearing the night before and a blue bra, told all there was to tell.

Still, she had refused to believe what her eyes took in, in her foolishness she wanted to investigate further, to know without doubts if her suspicion was right. So she had proceeded to move upstairs to his bedroom. She had only opened the door slightly, but what she saw left her breathless and almost paralyzed her.

There he was, her Jeremy, her future husband, her man. HERS! In bed with the cheap slut, he looked so peaceful, she was molded against him, his large body spooning her smaller one. Unable to think of anything better to do, she just banged the door shut, loud enough to awake the occupants of the room and dashed out of the house in tears.

As she thought of the sight, she could feel the tears pooling and cascading down her eyes. Things weren't supposed to go this way, they were supposed to have a happy ever after, she and Jeremy. All of this was wrong.

She wiped her eyes defiantly, if she wouldn't get her happy ever after with Jeremy, she was going to make sure no one else did.

With that in mind, she picked up her phone, the number Lee-Anne had gotten from the wench's phone would be useful after all.

*******

Donny dried off his dark hair as he walked out of the bathroom. He had slept in a bad mood and woke up in a worse one.

He still didn't understand why Kachi would scold him or even choose that bastard over him. Save for Christmas, New Year was the only other holiday he knew he and Kachi kept sacred. They spent it together, nothing, absolutely NOTHING kept them apart on New Year's eve and day...well, until now.

He frowned, remembering how she had blown him off last night, he didn't deserve that. He had been nothing but a good, listening, understanding friend to her for nine years, the least she could've done was be a little nicer.

Why was he complaining? He had said he was okay with being just friends, hadn't he? Truth was, he wasn't okay with being just friends, he wanted to be more, he needed to be. There was no other woman for him in this life, it HAD to be Kachi, and Kachi was made solely for him. They were soul mates. Why couldn't she see past the suave and wealth of Mr. Vice President? Sure he was good-looking, but he wasn't lacking in the looks department as well, he wasn't as rich as he was, but he would try to give her the best things in life, he just needed to get her to see that he was her true love.

The sound of his phone ringing brought him out of his reverie, he found the gadget tucked in the pocket of the pants he had on last night. Taking it out, he looked at the caller ID, it was a new number. His first instinct was to let it ring until whoever it was realized it was a wrong number, but on second thought, he pressed the receive button.

"Yes?" he began coldly.

"Is this Donny?" a female voice asked from the other end.

He raised his brow at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, "Yes. Who's this?"

"A friend." was her simple reply.