“Well, my fortune was good, anyway. Maybe I can make it come true. Keep your eyes open for any hot guys watching me from afar.”Though her friend c...ntinued to prattle on as if nothing unusual had happened, Kara couldn’t shake a nagging sense of dread. The feeling only grew worse when the sun sank toward the horizon, and the night closed in.“Hi,” an unfamiliar voice emerged from the side.Jamie came to an immediate halt, grabbing the back of Kara’s pants to stop her as well. “Hi,” Jamie responded. You pull me to my feet and through to the bedroom, quickly turning me around and bending me over the bed. You push my short, tight skirt up over my ass and slide your hand between my legs, feeling how wet I am for you before sliding my lacy underwear over my hips and down my legs. Reaching over you rip my top open and pull my bra down. Pulling me up with my back against you, you kiss my neck as your hands play with my nipples, getting me even more wet. I moan and push my ass against your cock,. ‘Bills,’ Amanda groaned, turning over. There was a telephone bill, past due, sitting on the nightstand, a vodka bottle on top of it, half empty. ‘Hi Amanda, this is your old pal Glory,’ the answering machine told her. Glory Jacobson, former heroin junkie. To think, her nose had been operated on four times, twice for a deviated septum. She was still attractive though, a pair of blue eyes that made her face seem like an afterthought. She was a writer once, her claim to fame being an obscure short. The float is closer than the shore so we head for it. The night is dark so we pull ourselves up onto the plywood worn smooth by the feet of generations. We lay on our backs catching our breath. A few meteors greet us in their dying seconds. I start to get a little chilled and roll to my side as Tom snuggles behind me. He lazily brushes his fingers across my nipples making them ache with the cold and excitement. I can feel his excitement grow, pressing into the crack of my ass. I bend forward.