Hi everyone. I promise that I will continue the Stella story when I get my hard drive back, or if A can find the actual memory card with my story. I have been working on another story in the meantime. I hope you all enjoy it as much as My Name Aint Stella.

Disclaimer: This story is purely for entertainment purposes only. Any similarities or likeness to real people, place, or events is purely coincidental as this story is completely fiction. I maintain complete ownership of the story, and the story cannot be printed, distributed, copied or posted to other websites without my sole, written authorization. Thank you in advance for your support!

Jawi876

Maureen Sinclair stared out at the calm blue waves washing up on the shore, as she burrowed her slender feet deeper into the cool sand. She often wondered how far she could manage to swim before the deep blue waters or the creatures that called the sea home consumed her. Maureen imagined that her fate couldn’t be far worse than the one she faced daily, even if she had never swam a day in her life.

As a small girl, Maureen had shared dreams of becoming a nurse, school teacher or her wildest fantasy of becoming a model with her childhood friends. They had gasped and sighed collectively at the thought of having more money than they could possibly fathom. At the time, a meager $1000 US seemed like the answer to all of their prayers. The girls would verbalize every minute detail of their cars, homes, clothing, hair and husbands. Of course, their husbands changed as frequently as their latest crushes.

Now, at the tender age of 22, Maureen felt older than her years – older than her peers and even older than her dearly departed grandma. She yearned for the days of her naiveté and youthful fantasies. Maureen had far surpassed her and friends’ goal of $1000 US on her first good night as a go-go dancer in New Kingston two years ago to the day. She recalled how excited she was when she counted her riches for the night, $3000 US. Maureen remembered calling her best friend, Natalie, breathlessly exclaiming how all of their troubles were over.

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“Natalie! Bwoy, mi tell yuh…mi neva knoa sey man dem pay so much money fe wan likkle whine! Missa Ray tell mi sey mi nuh fe do hennyting whaa mek mi huncomfortable. So, mi close mi yeye dem and himagine mi dance next tuh Royce hall night. Nuff time mi feel finga dere pon mi batty, or wan hand rub mi foot, but when mi get vex or nervous, mi juss look dung pon de money inna mi baggy and ting nuh so bad still.”

“Mi cyan believe yuh do ie Maureen! Grandma Pearl roll ova inna har grave right yereso. Nuh money his worth mi pride and dignity mi gyal. Whaa Royce ah do? Yuh knoa im halways boas an ting bout im virtuous ooman”, Natalie whispered harshly into the phone. She did not want her nosey family listening to her conversation, especially this one.

Maureen, still amped up from the adrenaline surging through her veins, shouted in the receiver, “Stop fret Natalie! Royce cyaan tek care of mi pon de likkle sumting im get at de Pegasus. Mi nuh friend of suga cane and boil dumplin. Mi wan fry chicken, rice and peas and steam fish inna mi life. Besides, Missa Ray tell mi sey nuff talent scout come ah im club look moggle dem. So mi position miself inna prime spot fe meet de next wan. Mi ago strut de runway inna Versace and Dolce and Gabbana like Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks. Mi step hout inna video light! Eh-eh! Whaa Royce nuh knoa…nuh ded im. Zeen?”

“Missa Ray wan rassclot lyiad! Ow many ooman im tell de same dutty lie ‘Reen? Yuh nuh have de good sense de Lawd Gawd give yuh. Next ting mi knoa yuh lie pon yuh back an tun skettel. Yuh neva notice Missa Ray rate yuh frum yuh bawn? Im look pon yuh and lick im crusty lips and skin hup im teet. Im gwaan like wan rassclot John Crow an duppy! Royce love yuh like cook food, an im nuh fraid of tough work star. Yuh tuh rass craven ‘Reen!” Natalie hoarsely croaked.

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Maureen replied angrily, “Low mi! Whaa mek yuh de master hof mi destiny? Mi nuh bloodclat skettel ######! Mi whine hup mi batty fe likkle food and ting, and yuh whine hup yuh batty fe free. Dat mek yuh de rass eediat inna mi hovastanding. Hennyway, mi nuh skin hout yet! Natalie, mi gyal…mi neva tell yuh ow much mi mek inna WAN NITE STAR! Mi count $1000 US, and mi still count till mi reach $3000 US. Mi pay Missa Ray $500, so mi get $2500 US.”

“2500 US dollars! Ah lie! Eh-eh! Walk through mi gyal! Yuh rememba when we sey $1000 US tek care of we fe life? Wooooiiiieeee! Yuh sure yuh nuh skin hout fe dat kind of money? Yuh sit pon de cocky? Whaa? Yuh nuh whine pon de buddy? Lawd! Mi belly!”, Natalie laughed into her small cell phone. “Alright…alright. Mi will meet yuh at de cook shop tomorrow. Lata.”

Maureen laughed along with her best friend, knowing that any harsh words exchanged between the two were merely in jest and had no bad-minded intentions. She flipped her cell phone closed and tucked it neatly into her wristlet.

Maureen closed her eyes briefly, smiled contently and gazed into the jagged dressing room mirror. She inspected her features and slender body, slick with sweat and baby oil. Maureen had been blessed with exotic good looks, and the slender frame of her handsome father. The light, greenish-brown hue of her doe-like eyes contrasted sharply against her dark mahogany skin tone. She had the muscular legs of a dancer, which seemed to go on forever, although she topped off at a mere 5 feet, 5 inches. Maureen always thought that her small nose reminded her of Halle Berry’s petite nose. Her mouth was lush, full and pouty. If there were any two features she could change, Maureen secretly wished her silky-straight, waist-length tresses were her own, and that her lips were not as full. Maureen raked slim fingers through her hair, and timidly cupped her full breasts. The heaviness of her firm breasts never ceased to amaze her. They had the weight and fullness of a new mother nursing twins, but still managed to defy gravity with their perkiness. She ran her hands slowly down her practically non-existent waistline, to the widest part of her body. Her seductively rounded hips helped to eliminate the pubescent boyish look of her White counterparts in most fashion magazines. Maureen always became sexually excited looking at her own body, and that night was no exception.

Her phone chirped inside her dainty purse, and she sighed knowingly before retrieving it. “Hello?”

“Whaa gwaan babes? Whaa yuh deal wid?”, the male voice responded.

Maureen stifled a premature yawn, and replied, “Mi dere yere ah wuk babes. Yuh know sey mi stawt mi new job tonight. Mi tired tuh rass. Dem mek mi hearn mi money tonight baby. Mi need a good rub dung.”

“Yuh coming ova tonight, or yuh wan mi fe come tuh mommies?”, he asked.

She murmured seductively, “Pree baby, you know that you can’t come over to mommies. I’m sorry. I’m not in the mood for a war tonight. Royce is starting to feel a way about you always being around. I just need some good loving. I’m hot Pree. Mi cyaan manage heenyting but yuh stiff cocky.”

Pree chuckled cockily, “Mek mi come in like Mista Joe Grind. Royce vex cuz im cyaan manage yuh sweet pums. Im neva knoa yuh bored wid im rooks? Mi have de wuk and de buddy yuh need. Mi ago mek yuh beg fe de hood tonight star. Stawt bawl and beg now!”

Maureen hesitated slightly, glanced around the crowded dressing room and tried to weigh her options. She knew that if she didn’t play along with Pree, he would literally force her to beg all night. Her conscience screamed at her to hang up the phone, and go home to Royce. But, Maureen was equally hardheaded and horny. So, she lustfully played along, ignoring the sidelong glances of her female co-workers.

~Chapter 2~

Paul “Pree” Denton knew the effect he had on women, and had no problem doing whatever it took to bed as many of them as he could. Although, he was wickedly handsome, he relied solely on his ability to gain a woman’s trust as his MO. He snuck in quietly, and expertly intertwined himself in their lives so completely that they rarely managed to separate from him without losing parts of themselves.

Pree was taller than the average Jamaican male, towering over most at 6 feet 7 inches tall. His face was ruggedly handsome, with heavy lashes and thick brows framing dark brown eyes. His long sharp nose and thin lips betrayed his otherwise hidden European heritage.

Pree was a lover of many, but friend to none. Once he set his eyes on a target, he didn’t care if she belonged to his best friend or his own father. Pree thought it odd and mildly funny that he had the same effect on his best friend that he had on his many women. His best friend, Royce, had been his friend since primary school. They had been through numerous challenges and enough fights to last an eternity. Royce had lost many women to Pree, only to have Pree walk away from them after the hunt was over.

Royce managed to keep Maureen away from Pree for about six months, before he got careless. He had been stuck at work doing unplanned overtime, and Maureen needed a ride from school. Pree offered to pick her up, promising to be on his best behavior. Royce foolishly believed that Maureen would not become a victim of Pree’s charms because she claimed Royce as her first love. It also didn’t hurt that Maureen’s best friend, Natalie, would be with her.

Pree smiled and licked his soft lips at the memory of meeting Maureen and Natalie for the first time. The girls were only 18 years old, whereas he and Royce were 26 and 25 respectively. Pree climbed out of his “borrowed” sports car, and rested confidently against it, waiting for the girls to recognize him as their ride home. Royce had described both women when he told Pree what school they attended. Pree silently appraised each girl, and vowed to leave Maureen alone.

Natalie had detested him immediately, and had no qualms expressing it. Her rejection bruised his ego only slightly because he knew he had the uncanny gift to win people over. It was only a matter of time before she would be totally smitten with him. He was a patient man. However, his best laid plans went out of the window when Maureen locked eyes with him, and smiled demurely.

Pree pretended to be extremely attracted to Natalie, and used it as a way to befriend Maureen. Maureen was gullible and childishly trusting. She was excited at the prospect of “double dates with her best friend and her man’s best friend.” Natalie on the other hand, read him like a transparent set of dominoes. It was six-love before he even started.

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“Can you pick me up from work tonight baby?” Maureen begged. Pree responded “Get Royce fe do ie an mi link yuh lata.”

Maureen whined, “Pree, baby…yuh knoa Royce nuh knoa mi ah go-go dancer. Ow yuh gwaan link mi if mi go tuh Royce’s yaad? Yuh knoa im neva let back out wid yuh. Im sey im nuh believe man an ooman can be juss friends. So ie nuh wuk.”

“*Kiss teet* Yuh call Royce an tell im yuh nuh come ah yaad tonight? Mi nuh have time fe yuh begging tuh go home lata, yuhseemi?”

“Nuh worries baby. Mi tell im mi ago a dance tonite…an mi stay ah Natalie’s yaad same wey. Im alrigh man…trust mi.”

“Alright babes…soon come.”

Pree hung up the phone just as a curvy Jamaican-Indian woman entered the room. The woman smiled lovingly at him before she climbed on top of his semi-nude form reclining on the bed. Pree ran his large palms appreciatively over her luscious curves, and smiled back at her.

“Ryla, mi have fe touch de road fe a likkle while. Mi soon reach back. Mek mi tek de truck, and mi come pick yuh hup fe breakfast and tek yuh tuh wuk.” he cooed.

Ryla’s smile slowly disappeared, and her eyes searched his intently for any signs of untruth. Unsure of her findings, she leaned down to kiss her man, and hopefully persuade him to stay with her. Pree reached up and smoothed Ryla’s silky black ringlets behind her ears. He kissed her passionately, licked a warm trail from the base of her neck to her jaw line, before grabbing both sides of her face in his hands. Pree stared into her ebony eyes, silently willing her to trust him.

“Paul, I love you. Why do you have to leave me alone again? Why am I never enough for you? I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I won’t. If you leave tonight, you will leave without my car. If you leave, don’t bother to come back.” Ryla voiced breathlessly.

Pree could tell that she was afraid of her own ultimatum. He knew that she silently hoped that he would not challenge her on her empty threat. Pree thumbed her nipple lazily, and whispered “Nuh chat phockery Ryla. Yuh knoa yuh nuh mean dat. I man have business pon de road, and mi cyaan stay. Mi plan fe make love tuh yuh hall night…but tings nuh go so, yuhseemi. Please nuh mash hup de vibes ah gwaan yereso. I man wan fe mek love nuh war.”

Ryla slumped against him as he reached around and pulled her into him. They kissed passionately while he quickly unwrapped a XXL Magnum condom, and skillfully covered his manhood.

Later, Pree strolled confidently to Ryla’s truck. Her father had recently purchased a Mercedes SUV for his beloved only daughter. Ryla followed Pree out to park his car in the space he had just vacated in the garage. He waited until she reluctantly re-entered her home before reaching for his cell phone.

“I don’t know why you keep trying to reach Maureen Nat.” Tony declared to her, “I know that she has been your best friend since grade school, but she is out there, and I don’t want you caught up in her drama.”

“Tony please. You are not being fair. ‘Reen is really not that bad. I mean she has made some difficult decisions in her life. I agree that she chases that dollar way too much. But, she is a good friend to me. I can’t just walk away from her.” Natalie snuggled closer to her boyfriend of one year, and pressed her ### into his crotch to maintain their joined singularity. “You know I love you right?”

“I love you too Nat. You are my princess, my queen, and my wifey. What are you going to do when I take you home with me?” Tony asked against her ear. He groaned from the superb feelings Natalie always managed to evoke within him. It seemed to him that her ### always found a way to whine and percolate on his dick. He loved it, and it was one of the reasons he found himself back in Jamaica six times since meeting her.

Natalie whined her waist covertly to give her man a hint of the action he always craved with her. She thought about his question, and wondered if she would truly be happy in Miami USA. She knew that it would mean that she would leave behind everything she ever knew, her family, her friends, Jamaica, home. Tony would be all she had and knew in the States. “Would his love for me be enough?”, she thought.

yes I like it so far ...Maureen must be a reallllyyy goood whiner..fi dem dere money deh

Natalie thought back to when she first met Tony a year ago. She had been out with her girlfriends dancing at Jus Cheers in St. Ann. They normally partied in Kingston, but wanted a change of scenery.

Natalie remembered Tony staring at her and her friends appreciatively from the bar. He sipped on a Heineken as he leaned casually on the bar’s surface. His eyes never traveled far from her body as he observed all the partygoers. Natalie was intrigued and decided to have some fun seducing him before he caught the eye of some other overly eager girl, namely Maureen.

When the DJ began playing Whine Pon Di Edge by Busy Signal, Natalie and Maureen broke out. Natalie gyrated her full hips, and moved her waist in tiny full circles to generate larger circles with her ###. She turned around and let the handsome Yankee stranger get a full view of her ### as it popped up, down, in, out and around. Natalie slowly whined to the ground, and tick tocked inches above the concrete floor. She knew that her ### was barely covered in the white pum pum shorts, and she could feel his eyes burning into her exposed flesh.

When Tony sauntered up behind her, and placed his hands on her waist, Natalie knew instinctively that it was him. Tony began dancing behind her, and to her surprise he was able to keep up with her every movement.

During a brief break in the DJs circuit, Tony asked if she wanted something to drink. Natalie requested a Red Bull and Magnum. He looked confused, so she walked over to the bar with him and ordered the mixed drink. The bartender poured the contents of both containers into two small plastic cups, and Tony paid her.

“Try it. It well nice.” Natalie yelled above the music.

He replied back loudly, “What is it? More importantly, what is your name beautiful?”

“It will give you stamina and energy. My name is Natalie, and yours?”, she exchanged.

“I’m Tony. Tony Morgan. I’m from Miami, Florida. When I saw you, I was immediately mesmerized. You are beautiful, though I’m sure you hear that a lot from the men here.”

“Nice to meet you Tony Morgan from Miami. *chuckles* So, what brings you to Jamaica, business or pleasure? Where is your significant other?”

“Actually it was a wedding. One of my boys is getting married at the Riu in Ocho Rios. My partners are out there grinding on some Jamaican beauties.”, Tony answered, gesturing out to the crowd. “I am recently single, so there is no significant other for you to concern yourself about. Is there any place a little quieter so I can get to know you Miss Natalie?”

Natalie silently answered by grabbing her drink and his middle finger, and led the way out of the dance area. She led him toward the parking lot, and up the road away from the party. Tony allowed her to lead, thankful for the view of her small sexy body.

Natalie was a small woman of only 5 feet. She was petite but curvy, with an ### that literally sprouted out from her back. There was no way to describe it besides being Nelly’s whole reason for creating Apple Bottom jeans. Her small breasts were in direct contrast to her big hips, round ### and thick legs.

When they stopped walking, Tony leaned against a small concrete wall, and gave Natalie a sidelong glance. He allowed his eyes to wander slowly over her from head to toe. Natalie nervously fingered her short hair, and gave her own appreciative glance over Tony’s physique.

Tony’s legs, arms, feet and hands seemed to stretch out for eternity. He was approximately 190 lbs of solid muscle, with a rich chestnut brown coloring. He sported a low, curly haircut, and a full goatee. Natalie ached to run her fingers through his mass of curls; she could feel the magnetic pull of his lips on her own.

Tony held his arm out and open as an invitation for Natalie to invade his personal space. Natalie couldn’t resist if she had wanted to. So, she immediately stepped into his embrace, and coiled her arms around his neck. Tony’s arms wound around her body, as his hands fought the urge to cup her ample rear. They stayed in this position for a little while, each getting acclimated to the feeling of being in the other’s arms.

Tony sighed into her hair, “Damn, you feel nice baby. It’s almost like you have been in my arms before. Does this make you uncomfortable?”

“You feel good too. There is one ting that will make it more comfortable.” Natalie spoke sexily.

“Yeah? What’s that? You want me to back off you a little? Ha-ha!”

Natalie grabbed his arms, and moved his hands to her ###. “No, I’m actually not close enough.” She moved closer to Tony, and placed her arms around his neck again. “Kiss mi nuh man.”

Tony groaned as he squeezed as much of her ### that he could fit into both of his huge palms. He pulled her closer to him, and kissed her neck gingerly. Tony leaned down and placed his forehead on Natalie’s forehead. Then, he lifted her chin to stare into her eyes. When she asked him to kiss her, he complied eagerly.

They kissed with wild abandon, each desiring to get closer to each other. Tony literally lifted Natalie off her feet with his importunate kneading grip on her rear. Natalie in turn, grabbed fistfuls of his short curly locks, as her hands roamed over and around his head. She couldn’t believe how wet she became just from a kiss.

“Yo Tony! Where are you NEGRO? Anthony Morgan! Yeah mon! Everything IRIE!” his best friend yelled harshly. Tony heard his other friends join in with laughter. They were loud, abrasive and obviously drunk.

“Yo Mike! Here he is…hugged up under some fine Jamaican ###! Damn shorty you a banger! Look at the #### Tony got into without our careful eyes watching him! Look at the ### on that piece yo!” Leroy yelled crudely, while grabbing a handful of his own crotch.

“Leroy! Watch your mouth man! Don’t make me remind you that your mama raised you with manners! Natalie baby, these are my crazy ### boys. Fellas, this is Natalie. What’s up Big Mike? You enjoying your last night of freedom?” Tony chuckled while still holding Natalie in the embrace of his arms and strong thighs.

Leroy held up his hand as a silent truce. “I’m sorry Ms. Natalie. How are you tonight? Where are your friends because women as fine as you don’t travel alone or with ugly friends. Leroy needs to get his groove back in motherphocking Jamaica. ####! Ha-ha! I need another drink! Where is my wallet?”

Mike shoved Leroy, and said “Shut yo stupid ### up Leroy! Can’t take yo ### nowhere! Damn! Yo Tony. Dog, this joint is banging. I’m enjoying the hell outta this ####! We came looking for you because we thought maybe you were ready to call it a night. Now, I see you are in good hands, I’m going back to watch some asses. No disrespect Ms. Nat Ah lee! Booyahkah! Booyahkah!” Mike started dry-humping his way back down toward the dance.

Natalie and Tony laughed as his friends stumbled back down the road teasing each other ruthlessly.

“I’m glad your friends are enjoying my home. You either get it or you don’t. There is no in between for Jamaica. Ha-ha!” Natalie laughed.

“Yeah, I know. I’m enjoying my trip a whole lot better now. I hope that I will get to see you again after tonight. Hey. My boy Leroy brought up a great point, where are your girls? Will they be worried about you? Do we need to go back and check in?” Tony responded.

“Yeah man. I was hoping you would ask to see me again. Nuh man, mi inna mi yaad yereso. Dem knoa mi criss!”

“What?” Tony pulled back to look at her.

Natalie laughed loudly, and explained “I’m sorry. I got comfortable. I said that I would like to see you again, and I don’t need to check in with my girls because they know I’m okay at home.”

Tony looked amazed and confused. “Really? Wow! Okay. So…ummm…where were we before we were so rudely interrupted Ms. Banger?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know. Why don’t you show me?” Natalie pulled Tony toward her by his shirt.

Tony obeyed her verbal and non-verbal commands, and took her quivering lips into his own. His only mission was to divide and conquer.

Woo Hoo!! Oh thnk you Jawi! I now have something to print out and read when going to work in the mornings!!

The visual I got from this gwaan good babes mi deyah

i'm just so happy, i get to be able to read this from the beginning, more please!!!!

~Chapter 3~

“What in the hell could be taking Pree so long?” Maureen wondered to herself. She had been sitting outside of the club for the last hour and half, only taking her eyes off the road long enough to check her watch every five minutes. Maureen knew that it would be futile to call Pree back because he would make her wait even longer. She dared not leave again. She once made the mistake of believing she still held the power in their relationship, and he showed her just how much of a drug he was to her feeble heart. Pree refused to take her calls and he allowed other women to answer his door for six months straight. He even refused to make love to her for three months after they kissed and made up.

Maureen knew that their relationship was drastically wrong and one-sided. Sometimes, it was as if she didn’t really know him at all. When she felt herself slowly drifting away from him, he would magically show her the man she had grown to love and crave. Pree would become attentive, loving, devoted and her best friend. He found more ways to become completely immersed in her happiness that it quickly became harder for her to recall true happiness without him involved.

If Pree grew tired of their “closeness”, he would withdraw suddenly – leaving only a vague memory of him in his wake. In turn, Maureen became increasingly despondent and needy. She only woke each morning to please him, or find ways to win him back.

Maureen needed to hear a loving voice, so she called Royce – still carefully watching the road.

“Hello. Good night.” Royce responded groggily.

“Royce? Ah mi ‘Reen.” Maureen spoke into the cell phone.

“Baby? ‘Reen? Whaa gwaan? Whaa mek yuh sound so?” Royce questioned while sitting up with worry.

Maureen sighed “Nothing babes. Mi juss tink bout yuh cuz mi miss yuh. Whaa mek mi neva come home tonight?

“Yuh wan mi fe come fe yuh puttus? Nuh worries baby. Mi ah come now zeen?”

“No…no. Really. No. Mi-mi Mi promised Nat dat mi will elp har out tomorrow, so mi ago stay wid she tonight alrigh?”

“Yuh sure?” Royce relaxed.

“Yeah man. Look mi have fe go now. Likkle more.” Maureen snapped the phone closed, and placed it back in her purse just as Pree pulled into the parking lot. Pree was driving Ryla’s truck again, which made her smile inwardly.

Maureen’s displaced self-worth only allowed her to process this news as a good thing because he left the bed of another woman to come be with her. Although she knew about Pree’s other women, she foolishly considered herself to be his wifey – his only true love.

“Who yuh ah chat? De rassclat eediat check mi ooman? Ow lang yuh wait fe mi?” Pree demanded, after placing a rough kiss on her open mouth.

“Mi tell yuh ie only Royce and yuh mi a deal wid babes.” Maureen said.

Maureen attempted to snuggle closer to Pree, and was surprised when he opened his left arm receptively. She bravely grabbed his chin to turn his head toward her, and placed a warm open mouth kiss on his soft lips.

Royce my yute leave har rass...a bun she a gi yuh bun

Pree moaned against her lips like a starving man at a free buffet. He stopped the truck in the middle of the parking lot, and pulled Maureen into his lap. The couple kissed greedily, and only stopped for Pree to let out a string of bad words in response to the blaring horns.

Maureen laughed deviously – love erupting from every orifice of her body. She kissed him again possessively, and giggled coyly as he pulled out of the parking lot at break neck speed.

“Raise hup a likkle babes. Mek mi free yuh hanaconda. Yeah man. Oh. Yeah. Yuh ready fe ie?”

Maureen took over the steering wheel, and used it to help pull herself off of Pree’s lap. Pree held his stiff manhood steady, and readied it for Maureen to return to her seated position in his lap. When she slid her warmth down the shaft of his throbbing tool, his foot automatically floored the gas pedal. The truck leapt through the air as if shot out of a cannon. Maureen steered the truck with expertise, as she rocked and whined her hips against Pree. Pree licked her exposed spine, and put his hands inside of her plunging neckline to massage her bountiful breasts. He used her breasts to steer her movements, just as she used the steering wheel to control the fast moving SUV.

Pree’s strong legs helped him propel his hips to meet each of Maureen’s thrusts. Maureen bounced forcibly on his manhood, nearing the point of no return. She was no longer concerned with controlling the truck because her nearing climax had taken over her every thought.

Pree glanced out the window, immediately recognizing his surroundings. He rolled the window down to get a cool breeze inside the SUV. “Pull ova yereso baby. Ooooo…#### ‘Reen. Yuh gwaan good girl. Faada. ####! Pull ova mek we mash hup de cyar nuh man. Dyam…doan stop whinin pon de cocky gyal.”

“Alrigh baby. Take yuh foot hoff de gas ennuh. Ewww…ooooo..Aaaahhh. Mi cyan manage de wuk Papi. Ie nice. Ie…ie nice. Mi ago buss ile. Mi coming! OH YEAH Pree! Phock mi PREE!” Maureen crooned.

The truck pulled roughly into an dark empty field, and came to an abrupt stop. Soon after, it stood completely still since the rocking inside subsided.

CCCCLLLLAAAAWWWTTT di man a rooks inna 'in matey cyar! Fiyah pon dat

how maureen slack so !..2 man..best friends at dat ....

Great start

I know, right.

BUMBACLOT!! Mi a hope dey have di good insurance for di car! Mi need a rassclot towel cause di girlz dem on fiyah!! Too hot fi read!!

Mi ago....soon come back wid

Jawi it's so good to see you back here, you've been truly missed
Dis ere story hot like fiyah mi like ie

weh Lawny..di cyar part fi her..always inna blasted heat !!

Nuh tru

Waaaaaaaiiiieeeee

Royce Morgan was a small man in height and stature. His youthful looks often had strangers mistaking him for a teenage boy. He couldn’t count the number of times women had discounted him simply because he looked too young to be involved in “big people ting.” He wore his hair in cornrows that Maureen kept neat and tidy on a weekly basis. Royce had tried unsuccessfully to grow a beard and mustache, which continued to grow sporadically in different areas of his face. His body was slim and tight, with slender muscles defining his arms, chest, stomach and legs. Hell they should be, he labored at keeping his physique. In his mind, it was the only thing that would possibly keep Maureen coming home.

Royce looked at the now idle cell phone. He knew that Maureen was seeing his best friend. He wished he knew what to do to stop their union. Royce had been down this road countless times before with Pree, but he didn’t have a clue how to stop allowing Pree to step all over him. The simple fact was that Pree was the only family Royce had. Royce’s father had been killed in a horrible car accident when Royce was eight years old. His mother had been approved for a work program in the U.K. some years before, and her erratic visits stopped completely after the accident.

For some time after the car accident, Royce had been raised by different people in his small community. However, they too had grown weary of the strain and toil of raising a stranger – often stretching what small food rations they had to accommodate his cravenous stomach.

ok. now i am hooked. and want more.

At around 10 years of age, Royce found himself shunned and alone. The schoolteacher, Mrs. Patton, allowed him to continue his studies for as long as she could. Unfortunately, Royce was forced to drop out of school at the tender age of 12.

Pree had been the only child to befriend Royce during those difficult years. Royce had done all he could to maintain his appearance and cleanliness, but it had been difficult with no real means of obtaining new clothes, soap, toothpaste and deodorant. Pree had ignored Royce’s often disheveled appearance, and the cruel taunts of the other school age children.

They boys shared lunch, marbles, their dreams, hopes and disappointments. Pree had even managed to convince his mom to let Royce stay with them in their tiny home, until she lost her job as a housekeeper. By that time, Pree was indebted to Royce and very loyal.

Royce was ashamed of some of things he had done as a teenager in order to survive. He felt that he had lowered his own self-worth by begging for food and money, from locals and tourists alike. He had even began “borrowing” things to eat from local markets and stores, convincing himself that he would one day make good on his debt. The only thing Royce had not done, but he felt was becoming increasingly difficult to avoid, was engaging in sex with tourists for money. He was becoming more enthralled by the tales of his co-workers that had worked in different hotels across the small island, now that he worked as a bartender. His co-workers from the Negril area had the most amazing stories about all types of women. Some of them had even been abroad to the US, the UK and Canada.

Money was tight as a bartender. Royce worked long hours, and had little to show for it. Maureen complained constantly about his lack of money, and his low interest in sex. In all honesty, Royce loved sex as much as the next man, but he was ashamed of his own girth. Like the rest of him, his manhood was short and slender. When he first met Maureen, she had told him that he was the perfect fit for her – of course, Royce was her first lover. She had been right; her body fit his like a glove. Royce knew instinctively when she had allowed another man to place his mark on her, and that same night his suspicions had been confirmed. Maureen hesitantly allowed Royce to make love to her, and her otherwise ardent responses, were cool and mechanical. He had been devastated, despite his best efforts to remain aloof. After all, he was very familiar with rejection from women.

DITTO!!! ...SO FAR SO VERY GOOD JAWS!!!

I missed your writing!

Gill

I dont' care what you said in the disclaimer............I see shades of people I know in this story.

You go, girl!!!!!

mi a one a dem ?

Now you got me wondering..........I better go reread.

I was thinking more on the men side of the story, K.

FUH REAL!!!!! Wat a way Pree and Reen talented suh!!!!! Lawd, mi nuh tink mi couldda angle DAT car ride ATALL!!!!

So far so DAYM good Jaws!!!!

Gill

OMGoodness...Poor Royce!!!!! That's terrible...han pon toppa halla dat em knoa bout Pree han em skettle gyal!!! Dat nuh right!

OK...MORE PLEASE!!! I'll be honest..I dodn't think I would like it as much as 'Stella'...but it's different...with a different POV and I like it just as much!!! I can't wait to see where you are going with these lives!

POST MORE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bless-ed,
Gill




LOL JG, now you got me thinking?????

Gill

oh yeah!!, that's right, U making $1000.00 a night???? even wid u belly u go girl!!!!!

..Gilli, JG and Jengs...u guys crack me up !!! jengs

Here u guys r!!!! I was lonely and went a searching and mi find anotha story!?! I have already emailed my duppy friend and told her Stella has not returned but we have another page turner, I caught this one at the beginning too YAYYYYYY!

Royce knew that his was meager paycheck from the Pegasus hotel was in no way enough to compensate for what he lacked inside his pants. He knew that he would have to get a hustle – a side gig, to continue to compete with Pree. Pree had no problem using whatever tools he had to get whatever he wanted from anyone. He would use money, cars, and gifts from his other women to woo his newest conquests. Pree also knew how to keep Royce forgiving and loyal. On so many occasions, Royce had vowed to never associate with Pree again. He managed to stick to his guns for a short while, and Pree would inevitably bring up the past. Royce’s past was like salt in an open wound, he would do whatever he had to do to take the sting out.

Royce stared at his cell phone again, willing himself to grow enough balls to challenge both Maureen and Pree. He wished that he could find the courage to go and confront the two people that claimed to love him the most. But, what would he say? How could he convince Maureen that he was indeed the better man? Royce sighed, and realized that no matter what he tried, he would always be the homeless boy asking for handouts.

Tears of frustration, loneliness and heartache soaked his white uniform shirt, and the t-shirt underneath.