Different Turn Of Events: Part 2

In shock and disbelief I stood there, half topless and somewhat shivering but none of the mattered as the girl of my dreams, and who I wanted to see dead before my eyes was right in front of me.

“Hey Caleb…” She greeted me with a lovely but distraught tone.

“Hiii… What are you doing here?” Trying to sound mean and tough but it probably didn’t sound like that.

“I heard you were in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by.”

Well she was dressed casually and it was a pretty hot night. So she showed off a little more than you would in the fall or even spring time. She was dressed in a pink tank top, with her bra strap being just visible if you looked at a certain angle. It was covered by one of those big ass button – down shirts. And she was dressed in some jorts (jean shorts, yea that’s a fashion) that may have rode a little too high up her leg. That’s OK though it really accented her legs, even though she was still the size of a Hobbit… maybe a little taller. Either way she was showing a lot of skin which is fine by me. She still had that cute face from middle and high school. (I will thank pictures posted to Facebook for that.) But now it looked more womanly and mature. She had some dark mascara applied and some pink lip gloss which was shimmering under the bright lamplight. She still had her blond hair curly and falling down the sides of her face and some big blue eyes which made her even cuter. She still had some of her cute freckles in tact and some nice dimples. She had a very nice build too: she was developed in the places that mattered and not in places that didn’t. I would say she held some DD’s and an ass to die for. Not overly huge but not as flat as a cutting board either. Just the perfect size where you can cup that into your manly, black hands and hold it there… forever. She had a flat stomach and pretty decent arms if that matters.

“You haven’t talked to me in 9 years, why the change of heart all of a sudden?”

“I – I… uh…” Rachel stammered

“Uhhh, uhhh” I mocked. “Just spit it out already!!!”

“Ok, ok… but can I come inside first?”

“Sure, where are my manners?” She may have been a discriminatory blonde bitch, but that is still no excuse for inhospitality. “Come in” I politely gestured.

She walked into my house and started observing the place. “Pretty nice house you have there.” She started to look around in a 360 degree motion with facial expressions of approval.

“Thanks” I said with a mutual tone. “So, care to answer my question?”

“Uhhh, sure” As she finished the last word her face turned completely red… I felt compelled to snicker at this phenomenon.

“I came to you because I need you to help me.” She said rather quickly.

“And why do you need my help?”

She then told me her story. After middle school when we went our separate ways, she was still seeing Lee. The piece of shit that I told you about and apparently she broke up with him because they we going to different high schools. And in high school, life got worse for her or so she says: she tried to get into relationships, but they always ended badly. Either the guy got too clingy or he was abusive. And since… like I said she acted like a bitch she did not really have any friends no one would really back her up. And the ones that were still her “friends” couldn’t do nothing about it and eventually left her because that was affecting them and they didn’t want to be a part of that
And to be honest as I was hearing all of this I was really pleased because the bitch got what she deserved. I was smiling most of the time until things got really tragic.

She met her last boyfriend and it started off good at first, but then of course, he was hiding something.