chap. 5...oh the whore- ahhh! the whore-ahhh!  

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1/28/2006 10:20 am

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chap. 5...oh the whore- ahhh! the whore-ahhh!

That summer we all three lived together in a small house not far from the roar of the ocean. I would get up early on Saturday mornings and tramp over the bridge with my rod and reel while Jeff and Kami slept in. The beach was usually deserted this early and the wet sand was cool on my bare feet as I walked in the surf to the deserted north end of the island. The water was clear. I walked in up to my waist between waves and picked up a conch shell. At three feet I could see the bottom. I had been working roofing all summer and was dark as Lori's ancestors. My blue eyes shone as if mystical.
Kami was becoming increasingly hard to get along with. Her incessant complaining and whining was getting on my nerves. And she would run around the house in a thong, wearing an impossibly small bra. I was intimate with 98% of her body. I knew there was a strawberry shaped birthmark on her right ass cheek. She made it almost impossible. What a dull witted, demanding luscious woman. One would have to be sleeping with her to put up with that. And I wasn't yet. Next week I was moving onto the island, alone.
At first, we had spent entire days on the water, boating and exploring the white sanded barrier islands around Wilmington. We fished and waterskied and camped with roaring driftwood fires out on the beach. We hardly ever worked. We ate the Spots that we caught every day it seemed. Our pockets were empty but our days were spent in priceless freedom. We knew every hidden cove and had explored every gunkhole. A lot of the bars had a buffet and we would scrounge up enough money for one beer each and milk it until we had eaten our fill of steamed shrimp or carved roast beef. "Shrimpos" as Kami called them.

Six months before Kami and Lori had met at a friend's house and that chance meeting changed a a lot of things. It was cold winter and we were at a small birthday party when Lori and Dana came in. Kami and Jeff sat beside each other at the kitchen table and I sat across from Doggie, our host. We were taking shots from a bottle of tequila, with the lime and salt. Lori shook out of her coat and Doggie poured her a shot, which she did standing up. Dana looked over at me and smiled big, asked for a cigarette. I got up and hugged Dana and then hugged Lori. She held on and whipered into my ear.
"Do you remember that morning when you played with me? I still have fantasies about that. Mmmmmmmmmm.," she said. She stuck her wet warm tongue into my ear. Lori looked at Jeff and then looked at Kami.
"Kami, this is Lori. Lori, Kami. You know Dana."
They shook hands and eyed each other closely.
"Yea. I remember you," said Dana.
"Hey. I hear you two put on a good show at the truck stop," said Jeff. He was feeling the tequila. Kami looked at him quizically.
"That's what I hear too," said Doggie. He was a truckdriver too.
"Maybe we'll put it on right here," said Lori.
"I eat Lori's pussy and sometimes it smells a little.....ripe," said Dana.
Everybody but Kami laughed. She wore a polite smile.
" Well it seems like your tongue don't have any problem there, slut" said Lori.
Dana raised a mock fist to Lori and then kissed her on the lips and pushed her tongue inside. Lori kissed her back. Kami looked at me with wonder.
"Jeff. I think we should go," she whispered. He was not listening. Dana now was unbuttoning Lori's flannel shirt and she hefted the weight of one large breast in both hands, pulled it out of the restraining bra and licked at the sleeping nipple.
Lori pulled her shirt back closed and buttoned it up.
"It'll cost you to see anymore," she said.
"Jeff reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a five. He threw it on the table.
"Honey, you can't even breath the same air for that much," she said.
We settled back down to the shots of tequila and must have smoked 420 cigarettes. We talked about old times and friends. Kami was from the next county over and knew none of theses stories, recognized no one in them. Doggie, the birthday boy, settled into a large easy chair with black haired Lori in his lap. He whispered something in her ear and they got up and headed for the back where the bedrooms were.
"I don't really like to eat Lori's pussy, you know," said Dana.
"Yes you do. You put your nose right up in it," replied Jeff.
"Yes. And I pull out hundred dollar bills with my teeth."
Dana looked at Kami as if hoping for sympathy. Kami just looked back with a frozen Barbie doll smile, aloof and distant as the moon. She would catch me watching her and smile brilliant, her face lighting up, radiating beauty. Then she would turn away and you could see her antennae were up. She sensed something; she heard a muted crack of thunder from far away.
"I got to go pee," said Jeff. He got up and walked to the back of the house in his faded Levis. He walked away straight and tall and his boots sounded heavy on the floor. Kami watched him until he disappeared down the hall.
Five minutes later, as Dana stumbled through the maze of some unending story, Kami whispered into my ear, "I think you need to go get Jeff."
I waved her off.
Doggie came back out and went straight to the kitchen, where he started to empty glasses into the sink. He didn't look at us.
Kami kicked me under the table and gave me a stern look. Her green eyes looked at me and then shifted to the hallway.
About the time I got up, Jeff walked back into the room. He sat down. Kami looked him over and then settled on his downcast face. He smiled weakly.
I heard a door slam from the back and then Lori walked in wearing only panties and the unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her breasts strained at the lace bra. She stopped in front of Kami and they stood there staring. Her cheeks were bulging. A line of clear fluid dribbled down from the corner of her mouth. She picked up the empty shot glass and spit a gob of white creaminess into it. She sat it back down with a sharp crack.
Dana snorted. "You gonna drink that," she said, mockingly reaching for it.
Chaos ensued. Kami was on her feet and they were locked together rolling on the floor. It took awhile to separate them, and even longer to keep them apart. And at the end Lori was held down in one corner by Doggie and me, her thumb bleeding profusely from the nasty bite inflicted by Kami. It was hanging by the skin, half off, and now that the adrenaline was wearing off pain was flooding her. She lightly whimpered.
Jeff held onto Kami and we got her outside and into the car. Her blond hair was wild and there were cuts oozing red and dark marks that would bruise and discolor her smooth skin. I sat in the back with her
Lori stood at the door cradling her hurt hand. Blood was all over her.
"You'll be in jail by tomorrow, bitch!," she screamed.
Jeff floored the car and the gravel flew, forcing her back inside.
Kami was trembling and tears flowed and wet my shoulders as I held her. She rested her head on me and put her face to my neck and held on with her arms. I felt her soft kisses and warm tears and hoped the ride home would never end. But it did.
We packed and within a week I fished for flounder in that remarkably clear water at the north end for the first time.


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