Valleys and Mountains: Chapter 1

[center]1: Jack.
Wednesday, 13 December 2006, 20:00[/center]

It’s raining, so I’m sitting in the dark, stark naked, bored out of my skull, surfing the web, casually chatting with random people. I never go out in the rain anymore, as much as I enjoy watching the drops pitter-patter against the windowpane.

I think I stared out the window for a solid ten minutes before my phone jostled me out of my stupor. It was my girlfriend of the month. Always called her ‘Tits’. Best rack I’ve had the pleasure of fucking. Seriously. Her tits were as big as cantaloupes, and about as firm. I can still feel them wrapped around my dick… almost pulsing along with her rapid breaths. God DAMN, she is gorgeous.

Shit, I thought as I answered the call, my penis raging with lust. “Hey.”

She instantly began rattling off her agenda for the rest of the week, followed by an announcement of her shopping plans for the weekend, then I think it was some kind of intelligible gossip using some foreign language consisting of only letters. Every so often I’d give her the occasional “Uh huh” as needed. My gaze slowly drifted downward until it locked onto my hard-on as I continued imagining my last encounter with her rack. I’m so fucking glad she can’t hear my thoughts.

After thirty minutes of sheer ear-boredom she dismissed me from her lecture on perfumes and dresses she had been considering on purchasing for our planned date that Friday. I was just glad she was a material chick and not all clingy. I could handle her easily… and she hadn’t complained about my handling of her either.

Name’s Kaedan Carter. I’m twenty-two. I have buzzed auburn hair with a matching length beard.