Friday - February 17, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the sixth day of a fourteen-day vacation where reality has replaced fantasy. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnI am the first to wake; a hard cock in the crack of my butt is humping me slowly. As my body awakens more so does my brain. All guys wake up with a hard-on; I know that. OK, but who is in bed with me. Oh, I finally remember now, it is Sam. He is snoring softly plus making his hard-on feel better by rubbing it against me. I love the feel of his hand cupping one of my soft breast. God, this feels so good. I hope he is dreaming of me.nnI glance over at some movement in the other bed; it is Maria waking up. She looks over at me and smiles. We all know that we are switching this morning; the others in bed with her are asleep. nnI motion to Maria to head to the bathroom. I am sure we both need to pee; we take care of that, shower ourselves and then turn into each other getting ourselves worked up with fingers and tongues. For the first time in my life, I just melt so comfortably into a female with no hesitation or inhibitions.

His mind reeled with the events of the evening. Never had he been so reckless and uncontrolled. He had taken that woman at the diner with no thought what so ever. She stunk of stale cigarettes and grease and yet he had fucked her to orgasm eagerly. What was going on?nnHe wandered aimlessly through the park unaware that I was following close behind. Humans are such egotistical creatures. He actually thought he had some chance of controlling himself when I was the one in control. He would do my bidding until I was ready to end it. He had performed for me twice already and I wanted to see more. I wanted to see just what he was capable of. How many times could I get him to fuck and still be functional? Could he go 4, 5, 6 times in one night? After two in the last hour he seemed to be tiring. I wanted to use him like he used his woman before taking his sweet blood. nnAs we wandered through the park I looked about for someone to help me in my “entertainment”. I used my Vampire mind to “feel” through the park. I found a woman on the far side that was very lonely. She worked long hours and didn’t have time to pursue a relationship. It had been ages since she had been with anyone other than her trusty vibrator and even that wasn’t very often.

There was an excited murmur going around the break room of S. Super Food Mart that afternoon. All the talk was about the new store manager, who was being brought in by corporate to fix certain problems that had led to the previous manager's dismissal and subsequent arrest. The store had closed early to allow a full-staff meeting, and the tiny break room was overflowing with curious, anxious employees.nn"When's this goddam meeting gonna start?" Wanda Schmidt whined, to no one in particular. She scratched an ample hip as she shifted uncomfortably on the metal folding chair.nn"We ain't got everybody here yet," snapped Daisy Wells from the other side of the room. Daisy's parents had named her after the flower, hoping that she'd blossom and otherwise live up to her name; unfortunately, she'd grown up saddled with a hook nose, crossed eyes, an extreme overbite, and a know-it-all attitude. Wanda shot her a dirty look.nn"Goddam thing was supposta start five minutes ago. I ain't even supposta work today, it's my goddam day off."nn"Watch yer fuckin language, Wanda," Daisy said. Titters erupted from the other employees in the room. Daisy, oblivious, gave everybody a general-purpose evil squint.nnIn one corner of the room, three younger female employees were clustered together, deep in conversation. One was black, another white, the third Latina. nnTheir names, respectively, were Mary, Marie and Maria; but they were known among their co-workers as "The Three Stoogettes", primarily due to the fact that any one of them was rarely seen out of the company of the others, and the further fact that not one of them seemed to have an IQ higher than her bustline.nnNow, as bustlines go, their IQs were pretty impressive. Mary, who was a little chunky, wore a 40E bra.

I met Carrie five years ago and we got married two years later. She had two kids from a previous relationship. A daughter, Nadine, who is now 20, and a son, Trent, who is now 18. Carrie was only 16 when Nadine was born. I'm seven years younger than Carrie which makes me only nine years older than Nadine.nnUntil recently, we lived a pretty typical middle-class family life. I definitely butted heads with the kids at times but overall we got along pretty well. Nadine moved in with her 22 year old boyfriend, Ethan, just over a year ago, and Trent is almost never home.nnEthan always seemed a little too confident to me but as he was smaller I just kind of attributed it to "small man's complex." He would often flirt with Carrie, hugging or touching her a little too often for my liking. When I would mention this she would just shrug and say that he was "just being friendly."nnPhysically, we are a fit bunch. We all exercise and eat right. I'm 6', 195 lbs., brown hair, brown eyes. Carrie is 5'3," 115 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes. Nadine is 5'1," 105 lbs., reddish-brown hair, blue eyes. Trent is 5'8," 155 lbs.