Chapter 2: Kristy, the Sexy Co-worker

June 23rd - Thursday

Damn. I spent too much time fantasizing and not enough time jilling off. And now I’m all wet and horny at work. I try to hide my shame by assembling one of the displays going out this evening. A florist’s work is never done. Especially when only one of us ever does any work.

Kristy may not be the hardest worker, but I really want to fuck her, so there’s that. She’s short and stacked, and that red hair of hers ... Fuck de fuck! Get control of yourself Lottie Burns. You’re in public!

I feel like such a slut, playing with the flowers, while trying not to stare at my sexy co-worker’s tits. I wonder what it would take to get Kristy pregnant. She’s eighteen, so there’s that. Easy to knock up and legal to breed. Kristy’s not on birth control and I know her cycle. Actually, I know a lot of girls’ cycles, not just my own. Kind of goes with my fetish. She’s sexually active. No boyfriend though. Just a few sexual skeletons in her closet. I could work with that though. A tendency to fuck when horny and pressed.

She must use condoms. Or does Kristy just bite her lip and take the plunge? Could I get her to go out with me? I mean not has a date. Kristy’s all about the guys, but as a friend? Yeah, some kind of outing. One with hot guys, alcohol, and drugs.

I’d love to see Kristy wasted and fucked in a seedy hotel room. That tight pussy of hers creamed and dribbling onto the bed sheets. Actually, I’d really love to see Kristy get fucking gangbanged. Like five dudes working together to molest and grope every inch of her soft teenage body as they systematically strip her. Then when she’s naked...

Ah! Um ... I think I better take a break before I embarrass myself.

There’s no boss today, so I could just hang out in the restroom all day if I wanted to. But then Kristy might think I was weird. I don’t want her to think I’m weird.

I couldn’t survive without my phone. I should be masturbating. Working to take the edge off, but I can’t bring myself to stop laying the groundwork for my redhead’s breeding. And Kristy is most definitely going to be my redhead after this. I may not be the one that puts the bastard in her belly, but I’m going to be the one who put the bastard in her. It will just take a little maneuvering. A bit of fixing to get my girl in a sexually compromising situation.

Kristy’s too young to legally drink, so no bars or clubs ... A party? Maybe ... Oh! Oh! I got the perfect place. A concert! I know the perfect band too, Dictator 93. Kristy goes on and on about them. I think their music sucks, but they’re hardcore as fuck.

Their next concert event is August 26-27th. Friday and Saturday, only the two best days of the week. Sixty bucks a ticket. Fuck, that’s not bad. Not bad at all. Two hundred and sixty-one miles away. That would make it a five-hour drive. So, a hotel stay would be an easy sell. Yeah, a multi-day concert with boot-legged booze, weed, and whatever else floats her boat ... This could work. This could most definitely work.

She said yes! Kirsty said yes! EEEYEAH! I can’t believe she said yes! Oh fuck. I got like two months to come up with the rest of my plan. Let me think. One-hundred and twenty bucks for two tickets, gas money, hotel money ... Damn! This trip is going to break me financially, but it will be worth it to get Kristy pregnant. So fucking worth it.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I didn’t check to see if Kristy would even be fertile on the days of the concert. Why am I such an idiot! That was like the whole fucking point. Let’s see ... Her period started three days ago, so sixty-four days from now she will be ... Oh, come on phone! Give me some good news.

Fertile! Thank God! My redhead would just be started her peak fertility stage. Now what do I need to do to make her forget that?

August 26 - Friday

Five hours in a car with my redhead. Just me and Kristy and the open road. Fuck, does she look good in that tank top. I can’t help but imagine all the deviant fun I’m going to help her get into. Some reckless flirting. Maybe a little bisexual exploration. Topped off by a few acts of sexual misconduct. Preferably with multiple well-hung guys and no protection.

Fuck, I’m twisted! I wonder what it is about Kristy that makes me want to ruin her so? That red hair of hers? Perhaps? Or is it that sporty build? I think that’s it. She looks like she was made to be rode hard and put up wet.

Fuck, this band sucks. Like is this even a song or just a stream of random clinch words? Kristy seems totally into to it though. I can’t get her drunk, because this place is locked down like Fort Knox with cops and security guards everywhere. Oh well. It is what it is.

Flashing the band whenever they start a new song seems to be an unwritten rule here. It makes for a hot show. I try to get Kristy involved, but she’s not going for it. Dam, this would be so much easier if she was drunk or high or something.

Ok Lottie, you can do it! A little show for the girls. Fuck that feels wrong! Being topless in a crowd. Wow! Kristy’s following my lead. Her tits are incredible.

Selfie time. One of me. Then one of us. Then another one of us together, but with my shirt pulled down. Oh ... That’s so hot. The two of us topless together.

Still no guys though.

Fuck it! I flash a couple of passing boys. They’re big and black and as far as I’m concerned total uninteresting. But If I’m going to get Kristy knocked up, I’m going to need some help.

Damn. I don’t think this is working. Kristy doesn’t seem any more interested in these two then I am. They have like zero game. I’m not even bothered when Kirsty decides to ditch them. Fuck them.

Well, that was a bust. Bad music, no drugs, and loser boys. Fucking lame ass concert. I have one more day to turn this around.

I’m sleepy as fuck. I skimped on the hotel, and me and Kristy are sharing a room, but sadly not a bed. Kristy’s so pretty. I can see her nipples through her night shirt, and her panties do nothing to hide those thick thighs of hers or that firm round ass.

Calm yourself Lottie! You can go one night without masturbating. Ah ... Fuck though! I’m so horny. Knowing Kristy’s going to get fucked tomorrow isn’t helping. Maybe I don’t have a real plan, but somehow, someway I’m going to see that pussy of hers seeded with baby batter.

Damn ... Why not? If I’m quiet it will be okay. Just some light fingering to get off. I have all the eye candy I need laying in a bed beside mine. Ah ... Damn ... I can’t breathe or I’ll give myself away.

I can hear someone moaning softly through the hotel walls. It’s helping. Hearing another woman’s stifled cries of passion. Wait! That’s not coming through the walls. Is that Kristy? It is! Ha! She’s masturbating too! Her back is turned to me in shame, but I know it’s her making those sounds. Ahhhh ... I’m climaxing! Oh ... That was hot. So very hot. I hope I didn’t weird Kristy out. Damn ... I probably did. Fuck! Why do I have to be such freak all the time?

August 27 - Saturday

I feel better today, more alert. I think the drive up took more out of me than I thought. Kristy seems more comfortable too. She’s been sharing and I’ve been skimming. I realize my mistake now. I don’t need to get Kristy drunk or high. I just need her horny and wet.

The concert is helping. Everyone’s a stranger and flashing is next to mandatory. The two of us give the crowd a show but we’re not getting any attention back. Too much competition. It’s okay. The night is young.

There are so many girls I would fuck here. I point out a couple to Kristy, and she points out a couple of guys to me. Damn. She’s really into the wannabe gangster type. They’re fake looking, but I pretend like they’re hot.

Oops! I told Kristy I’d aways wanted to try a black man. Like what the fuck Lottie! You’re not even into cocks. But I need one present if I’m going to get Kristy pregnant. Damn. I think I weirded her out. Fuck! Why do I talk and then think when I should think and then talk.