The managers apartment was on the fourth floor.  It had a great view of the city, but the height also gave the apartment privacy.  During the summer I would sit out on the balcony in the evening -- in the dark -- and barbecue while the city hustled by below.

The furniture in the place was old and run down, but at one time it had been a luxury apartment.  It was roomy and spacious.

My seventy inch LED TV looked out of place on the wall over the gas fireplace but it helped fight boredom.

I wondered what real beer tasted like as I sipped a root beer and flipped through the channels.  I was quite familiar with wine, but beer was something I had never tried.  I had considered buying some beer but decided against it. 

Brandon had the Ranger, and my only vehicle was my uncle's old Indian motorcycle down in the parking garage. I couldn't see myself riding home on the motorcycle with a six pack of beer..

I had offered to let Brandon live in one of the apartments for free, but he didn't want a "handout".  He had his own apartment, and he was saving up for a Ford F150.

BR-RING! My phone jarred me awake.

"Rick.." Wendi purred. "Are you thinking about me?"

"Wendi! How did you get my phone number?" I rubbed myself through my pants.

"I'll bet you have a nice big hard-on.  My tight little pussy is soo wet.. Oh Rick.. I need your cock.. soo badly." Wendi whimpered.

"Wendi, you're terrible!" I laughed.

"Mmm.. Mmm.. " Wendi moaned like she was having sexual intercourse. "Rape me Rick..  Yeah, that's the way!  Fucking tear my clothes off!  Shove me down and savagely force that big cock deep inside my trembling, painfully tight, wet pussy!"

"Wendi please.." I unzipped my pants, and felt my erection.

"Fuck me! FUCK me hard Rick! Do it! Oh ouch oww.. Oh oww.. "

My heart beat hard. "Wendi you're an idiot!" I headed to my front door.  What would happen if I peed in the hallway.  Would Wendi be able to hear it? Would she be able to figure out what I was doing?

"Here goes." I stupidly said into the phone as I opened the door.  "Wendi!"

"Aaiiee!" Wendi shrieked.

Wendi was dressed in stretchy form fitting jeans, a pink button down blouse.

"Aaahhh!!" Wendi let out a squeal, and grabbed towards my penis.

"No.." I stumbled backwards and batted Wendi's  hand away.  She caught ahold of my collar and popped a button off of my shirt as we fell.

POP! POP! Wendi popped off a few more buttons using both hand.

"You!" I grabbed the collar of Wendy's blouse and popped practically all of the buttons off. "Ohh!" I gasped. Wendi had ahold of my penis. 

I rolled onto my side and Wendi let go.

"Ahh!" Wendi laughed as I began aggressively rubbing her between the legs.  I felt a little bulge under my fingers and a little dampness. I unfastened the top button

Wendi smirked then kissed me feverishly on the lips.  She reached down and undid my pants button -- so I unzipped her.. Now I could really feel the little bulge.

POP! POP! Wendi giggled and popped more buttons off of my shirt as I rubbed.

"You jerk!" I yanked Wendi's blouse wide open and almost tore the fabric as I took it off of her.

Wendi broke free, stood up , and fell with herj jeans around her ankles. I saw the hook at the back of her bra and went for it.  Wendi squirmed loose but I was left holding her bra, and her dark brown erect nipples were fully exposed.

Wendi gave me a crazed look,  lunged and caught ahold of my pants.  I stepped out of my jeans as she pulled them off. She held them and flashed me a lusty smirk.

A  look of fear crossed Wendi's face. "No! No! No!" She scooted backwards. "No! No!" She giggled hysterically as I pulled off her panties.  It was the first time i had ever seen a girls raw hairy sexual parts and I felt myself growing hard as a rock.

Wendi looked at me like some sort of wild untamed animal.  She blinded me with intense kisses on the lips.  I sucked on her nipples -- she sucked on mine..  She stroked my penis, I rubbed around her wet firm clitoris.. Then we did it..

One second Wendi, was rubbing my penis on her vagina -- the next I was sliding inside.  I tried to start out slowly but passion overtook me.  I seemed to be bottoming out, but I was feeling aggressive -- even mean -- and I just wanted to force it as deep inside of her.. as I possibly could.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Pain showed on Wendi's face but she continued thrusting and squeezing harder, deeper, and more fiercely, like abpossessed wild animal.

Fiery pain filled my penis, and  I exploded deep inside Wendi's contracting vagina. A wave of pleasure, and relief, washed over me.  Wendi's whole body seemed to pulse.

Wendi's heart beat hard intimately under me as we lay kissing and resting -- enjoying the warmth and the sensual connection of each other's body.

Wendi smiled at me as we slowly regained our senses. "Uumph!" She pushed me off of her and pranced into the apartment.

"Ohh.." I lay on the floor for a bit, than I slowly got to my feet.  I could see the back of Wendi's head.  She was seated on the apartments big old white cloth couch.  It was one of the apartments better pieces of furniture, because it had been covered.   Was she peeing?  I could use a pee myself. 

I turned my back to Wendi and aimed at the carpet.  "Ahh.." I sighed with relief as my pee splashed noisily.

I heard Wendi giggle, and I wasn't surprised by a soft hand on my shoulder.  I expected her to reach around and grab my penis but she disappeared inside.

I gave my penis a good shake, and the tip a quick squeeze. I could hear Wendi in the kitchen, but I headed for the couch.

"Wendi.." I groaned.  She had written an address -- 8521 Del Diablo -- with my black felt tip pen across one of the cushions.  "Nice.." I picked it up to turn it over.  I caught my breath.  There was a big wet spot in the couch with a wad of damp tissue.

I found Wendi in the kitchen.  She twirked her bare rear at me, turned around, and smirked as she finished a piece of my leftover pizza.  She held the box out for me.

"No thanks, I'm going to go and take a shower."

Wendi put the pizza back in the refrigerator, and gave me a puzzled look.

"Com'on!" I grabbed Wendi's hand and practically dragged her out of the kitchen. "I need to take a shower."

Wendi played with my erect penis as I adjusted the water, then she was all over me.  She rubbed her soapy body against mine.  We kissed, we massaged each other, we washed.  It was a great shower!  Even toweling each over off afterwards was fun.

Wendi grabbed some toilet paper on our way out of the bathroom, and took a quick pee on the carpet, before climbing into bed with me.

The sex was a bit slower this time.  It was still intense, but I wanted to prolong it a little.  The orgasm was just as mind blowing as the first, but seemed to put me to sleep.

I awoke slowly to the morning sun. A cool breeze blowed in the open window, and flapped the drapes. I was all alone.

I dodged the big wet spot, and tissue, on the carpet, in front of the dresser and headed for the wall.  This was the first time I had peed in the apartment and the wall felt a little more discrete.  If not sexual, there was at least a satisfying perversity in the act.

I slipped on some black athlete shorts from the dresser and went looking for Wendi.  She was leaning over the dining table working on something.  She was dressed in her blue jeans, and my Redskins tee shirt -- which covered her rear.

My heart beat fast as I approached Wendi.  She had one of my large kitchen knives, and she appeared to be carving something deep into the table top. "Whatcha doin?" I reached around and cupped a breast with each hand.  She wasn't wearing her bra and her nipples were hard and erect

Wendi didn't answer.  She was finishing a deep crude 'W'.

"Your initials?" I reached down under Wendi' shirt with my right hand and found her crotch.

Wendi ignored me -- even when I started to rub her.

"You little vandel." I laughed awkwardly as I unzipped Wendi's jeans.  I slid my hand inside. Yeah, she was wearing panties.  I got down on my knees and pulled both her jeans and panties down.  It gave me a good view of her hairy female pubes.  Wendi stepped out of her pants and stepped up an the bottom run of the heavy bar style chairs on

I stood back up and slid my hand under Wendi's shirt.  I felt rough stiff hair, and her wet genitals.

"Woah!" Wendi gasped as I impatiently entered her from behind. "Wow you're hard!" She actually spoke.

"Mmm! Mmm! "Mmm!" I slid my hands under Wendi's  shirt and grabbed her breasts.  Her erect nipples felt so good in my palms.

"FUCK!." Wendi dropped the knife, leaned a shoulder into the table, reached down and began rubbing her clit as I pumped furiously. "Oh fuck I'm gonna pee!"

"Who cares?" I pumped with all my might.

My penis exploded, just as Wendi's vagina both squirted, and strangled the life out of my burning engorged member.  It filled me with the the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck!" Wendi collapsed on the table.  I almost pulled her onto the floor as I collapsed on top of her.  My heart pounded hard on her back.  Her heart beat hard under her breast and my hand.

"Oh fuck Rick.." Wendi gasped, "That hurt so good."

"Thank you." I stood up, and Wendi slid out from under me. I headed for the kitchen sink and Wendi scampered out of the room. "What do you want for breakfast?" I opened the cabinet door below the sink.  "I've got cold pizza, and cereal." I snickered.  "Or we can get the steak and eggs special at "Mel's" down the street."

"Steak and eggs." Wendi called from the livingroom. "Then we need to go to my apartment and get my stuff."  She reappeared carrying something.

I aimed my penis at the trash can under the sink and waited for Wendi.

"Here, this is my address." Wendi thrust a piece of white fabric on the counter.

I flinched slightly. "Thank you." I tried to act casual as I closed the cabinet door and picked up the piece of fabric. "That's not very close to campus." I pulled the empty bottom cabinet drawer open with my foot. 

Wendi shrugged.  "My roommate Melinda wanted to live a little ways away from campus." She stepped close and smirked as I began to pee into the drawer.

"Okay, but we'll have to rent a  U-Haul.  A friend borrowed my pickup truck for the weekend."

Wendi didn't answer.  She spread her legs, raised her shirt, and sent a thick stream of pee into the drawer. "Rick, do you watch pee porn?"   She redirected her stream onto my leg.  "Would you like to pee in my hair?"

"Wow that's warm.." I dodged the question.

"How about my face, or mouth?" Wendi began humping the side of my leg with her hairy wet vagina. "Do you like my pussy?"

"I love your pussy." I put a hand on her back, and another on her rear, and kissed her feverishly on the lips.

Wendi stumbled backwards into the low kitchen table where I had stacked plates, and cups -- because I was too lazy to put them away.

"I love your cock." Wendi gave the little stack of plates a shove.  They slid off the side of the table and broke on the floor.

With a swipe of Wendi's arm the glasses flew the opposite direction and shattered loudly into a million tiny pieces.  She climbed up on the table and spread her legs.  "Fuck me Rick!"

"Hang on!" Wendi accelerated so fast I almost fell off the back of the bike.  It was the first time I'd ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle with a girl driving.  I wanted to cop a feel, but I didn't really want to distract Wendi.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we came to a stop in the U-Haul rental yard. 

"It feels so good to ride a motorcycle again." Wendi smiled.  "I used to ride my older brothers bike when I was in High School.  My friends couldn't believe it because my parents were super overprotective.  But motorcycles aren't such a big deal in Asia."

"Wendi, your parents are Buddhists?"

"My mom is.  My dad was raised Catholic, but he never goes to church.  He goes to the temple with my mom. 

"Rick, your parents are religious?"

"Not really… They used to go to church when they lived in the US.  They moved to the UK when I was sixteen.  I stayed here so I could finish High School.  I washed dishes, and rented a room from a friends parents -- they were really religious.."

"Rick you had to wash dishes, your parents didn't pay your rent?"

I laughed uncomfortably, "I wasn't really on very good terms with my parents at the time.  My parents are rich, but they're kinda obsessive.."

"Tell me about it!" Wendi snickered,. "My parents sent my sisters, and me, to an all-girl Catholic elementary school.  We didn't even go to the public school until High School.  And even then my parents had rules for us like no dating.  No hugging, no kissing, no touching, boys. And we had to be home by eight-thirty sharp -- or they might call the police."

"So you were basically raised Catholic?"

Wendi shook her head. "No not really.  I never went to Mass, or anything....  I was the only fucking non-Catholic there!  The other girls acted like I was this really really bad person.."

"At least you got to go to a regular High School."

Wendi snickered, "My older brother Bruce, and my sister Ann, went to dances in High School, but my parents wouldn't let me go.. I guess they didn't trust me enough... It wadn't like my grades were bad.. I got a fuckin' four point-o.  Bruce only got a three seven-five, and Ann wasn't much better with a three eight-five."

I laughed, "I only got a two point..."

"What the fuck?" Wendi glared at a red Honda Civic idling on our side of the road facing the wrong direction.  She headed towards the car with a look of angry determination.

The window rolled down and Kat poked her head out.

"Rick's with me now!" Wendi yelled.  "Get the fuck outta here bitch!"

Kat put the car in gear and stuck her middle finger out the window as she drove off down the road.

"What?" I laughed. "What Wendi?! Are you going to start lecturing me like Brandon?  He used to say that people in Youth group wouldn't keep calling me Dick, if I didn't keep acting like one."

"Who is she?"

"Just a girl I knew in High School.."

"She looks old."

"She's twenty-one.  She's the same age as me.. Com'on let's go get a pickup truck."

"You get the pickup truck." Wendi put her helmet on and climbed onto the bike.  "I will see you there."

"Whatever.." I pulled the piece of fabric out of my pocket as I watched Wendi drive away.

Awesome story!! I love where it’s going!! Wendi is hot.

It was a typical busy Monday morning   The Student Unions special Monday breakfast buffet was really good, and super popular.  The place was packed with people.

"Wendi.." I took.a breath. "I know I said I would explain things here.  But I think I'd rather do it in private.  Want to go for a drive?"

"Sure." Wendi agreed.

"Okay,  well I'm gonna get one last cup of coffee,"

"Dick!" Kat cornered me at the coffee maker. "I've got a Proverb for you. 'Do not withhold goods from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to act.'."

"Yeah that's deep… Please Kat, leave us alone.  Don't be a bitch."

I had used the 'b-word' with great effect the day I had gotten Brandon, and myself, kicked out of Youth group.

Miss Tucker had insisted that I had not paid the hundred and fifty dollars for the church camp, and I had kind of lost it.

Unfortunately Brandon had attempted to intercede on my behalf and we had both had to talk to Pastor Cunningham. Then things had gone from bad to worse, when I had called Pastor Cunningham a 'freakin' a-hole' for refusing to look at my receipt.

I clearly remembered the look on Brandon's face.  "You stupid idiot!  You just got us both kicked out of Youth group. 

You just had to go and shoot off your mouth about how much money you are going to inherit from your aunt and uncle.... 

You were trying to make people jealous?  Well now you've succeeded!     And you're still just as broke as me..."

"Rick!" Jim came out of nowhere. "You selfish little.." He caught himself. "I don't like what just said to Kathy. Apologize -- NOW!"

"Do it Mr Thompson!" A very large man stood up from a nearby table.  He was balding, and looked to be in his mid-forties.  He was overweight, but he was also a very big, very broad shouldered man.

I looked across the room at Wendi, who was watching, then back at Kat.  I took a breath, "You stupid fucking bitch!" I added the 'f-word', "The money is still tied up in probate.  I don't have anything."

"No Mr Thompson, the money it is not tied up in probate." The big man folded his arms.  He was red in the face and had sweat marks under his arms even though it was still relatively cool.

"All Dick cares about is money." Kat said angrily.

The big man nodded, "He cheated his family and all his relatives out of his aunt's inheritance money. 

"I didn't do anything illegal.  Besides I offered them the airplane."

"The airplane?" The big man frowned.

"Is the Colonial Estate Homes part of the inheritance too?" Kat asked.

"The what?"

"Colonial Estate Homes is an apartment building."

The big man shook his head in disgust, "Apartments are not estate Homes."

"These ones are." I joked.

"No!" He looked like he was losing his temper. "This is not about an airplane, or some apartment building.  This is about the estate of Mr Thompson's aunt and uncle.

You can laugh about it now, Mr Thompson, but

I am not the only lawyer working on this case.  We have a whole team.  When we're done you will not only be in debt, you'll be in prison."

Jim burst out laughing. "Rick, you stupid selfish jerk." He laughed again. "You're going to end up broke -- and In prison!"   

"It couldn't happen to a more deserving guy!" Kat spoke angrily under her breath.

"Look," I spoke to the lawyer.  "I put the estate in a Trust.  You can't touch it."

"You seriously think that's going to hold up in court?" The big man snickered.  "See you later Mr Thompson." He strode sullenly outside.

"Rick, let's just get outta here!" Wendi gave my arm a tug.

"Okay.." I followed Wendi outside.  "Look Wendi, I didn't cheat anybody, and there isn't going to be any court case."

"Rick, you think I only care about your money?" Wendi exhaled hard. "I'm not some half-assed lawyer or some jealous groupie.. But it bothers me that you've hiding things from me.. and lying..."

"I wasn't really lying....  I  just wanted you to like me -- for me…" I looked down at the ground. "Let's go for that ride."

"Do you think anyone noticed your engagement ring?"

Wendi nodded, "They all did."

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I pulled up to the gate and clicked the remote.

"Oh my God this place is fucking huge!" Wendi gave me a dazed look. "What do you call this style?"

"I don't know.  I think its a Bahamas style." I parked under the front entrance cover.

"Wow, I like the fountains!" Wendi smiled.

"Just part of the ambiance." I opened one of the large double doors."

"Wow!" Wendi looked inside. "What does a chandelier like that cost?"

"I have no idea."

Wendy grinned, "If you have to ask then you can't afford it." She took her shoes off just inside the door.  "And It's fully furnished!"

"Yeah.." I sighed. ".. my aunt didn't move out, she died..."

"Yeah.. I'm sorry.. " Wendy headed through the great room towards the long back bank of sliding doors. "It does have a Bahamas feel...  In a Hearst Castle sort of way."

"Wendi, that whole bank of sliding doors.."

Wendi had the doors open before I could say "retracts".

"Wow, now that is a view!" Wendi walked across the back patio to the marble railing.  "I love the broad leaf maples, and the white pines."

"Yeah the..uh.. trees are nice." I could see the points of Wendi's nipples through her light pink men's dress shirt.

"Wow, that's a pool!" Wendi stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah it's got a two sided vanishing edge." I walked down the stairs past Wendi.  She watched and smirked as I unzipped, and aimed my cock through the railing.

"Is that the barn where Brandon was working?" Wendi cozied her body against mine as I peed.

"Yeah.." I let go of my cock and lightly fingered Wendi's camel toe.

Wendi took hold of my cock. "Do you swim?"

"I'm from Redondo Beach." I felt Wendi's clit swelling under my finger.  My cock was swelling in her hand.

"Do you swim?" I used both hands to pull down Wendi's leggings and panties.

"What do you think?" Wendi let go of my cock and grabbed onto the railing with both hands.

"I think we should go swimming." I was hard as a rock but my cock slid right into Wendi's waiting pussy.

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Wendy took the airport exit off the freeway.  She seemed to be getting used to the clutch.

"Wendi take that service entrance over there." I directed. "We're entering the airport from the back." 

Wendi pulled up to the gate, and the bar lifted automatically.

"It's activated by a laser that scans the barcode on the window." I explained as we headed down a ramp under the airport terminal.

"I didn't know they had parking down here."

"Yeah...." Go in the entrance to the right marked 'TLA'.

"Where are we supposed to park? All of these parking spots have names."

"Park in that wide spot over next to the elevator.  Ah, Fred's already here!" I waved to a man sitting in a red convertible Mercedes. "He's our pilot."

An older man with a grey mustache and beard stepped out of the Mercedes and smiled broadly. "Rick you brought the Ferrari!  Is your Ranger giving you troubles again?"

"No.."

Fred laughed, "Congratulations on your engagement!"

"Wow, he spotted that ring fast!"

"Thank you." Wendy looked a little dazed.

"You're very welcome.  I'm Fred Whittier, I will be your pilot today." He turned to me. "Rick, why don't you show her the lounge, and grab something to eat, while I get the plane ready." Fred suggested.  "There will be snacks and drinks in the plane."

Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Champagne?"

"Yes, if you like." Fred grinned. "But we have a Chilean wine which is much better." He held the door for us. "I'll go and get the plane ready."

Wendy gave me a funny look. "Is this your Uncle's airline?!"

"Yes." I directed Wendi up the back stairway into the TLA lounge.

"Wow! This is really fancy! Really posh!"

"Yeah, my aunt and uncle had good taste.  The dark walnut, the high coffered ceiling.  How about the suede lounge chairs?  And the private booths with tables.  Those are a nice touch."

"Is that a salad bar over there?" Wendy pointed to the food bar with the small crowd of people around it. 

"No." I smiled proudly. "It's a sandwich bar. It was my idea!  And there is fresh fruit, juice, and bottled Coca Cola made with real sugar!  None of that corn syrup stuff.

Wendy looked like she was going to laugh. "Nothing but the best."

A young lounge attendant, about our age, headed in our direction. "Miss! Sir! I am sorry but we have a dress code here!"

I glanced down at my old jeans, then at Wendy's shirt and leggings.

"Oh my God!" She gasped.  "Mr Thompson!  I am so so sorry! I didn't realize it was you."

"That's okay Sara, I should dress up when I come in.  This is my fiance Wendy."

The look of pain, on Sara's face, caught me by surprise."Hi……. Help yourself to the food."

Wendi watched her walk away. "Rick, who the fuck are you?"

"The owner of TLA… The super rich guy who bought 'Colonial Estate Homes'."

Wendy shook her head at me and smiled, "You fucking asshole!"

"I said I was going to tell you how I could afford the taxes.  Let's go and get sandwiches."

A van drove us out to the plane where we waited for our turn on the runway.

"Mr Whittier, How far can this plane fly?" Wendy asked "Could we fly to Hawaii."

Fred nodded, "Hawaii, Tahiti, Bora Bora, Fiji..We can fly about three thousand nautical miles.  And we can land on much smaller runways than big commercial jets."

Wendy looked out the window, "Wow.. This just doesn't feel real.  Rick didn't even tell me that he owned an airline until today."

"And you're engaged?* Fred gasped.  "Rick!" He addressed me informally, "..what are you doing?"

I shrugged, "I don't know.."

Fred laughed, "Nobody ever does."

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