Kat's Journey

Prologue

So how should we start my story. My name is Kat McGrady "Kitten if you're nasty" and I'm 5'5" with sandy blonde hair, Blue eyes, very curvey, lil chubby, with a large rack, and apple ass. It's banging body if I do say so. I've been told I'm a little rock n' roll. But truly I'm from the mean streets in the ghetto. So If I need to I can get a little gangster when I need to. I'm loud, opinionated, and I speak my mind. Even when people don't want to hear the truth. Some people hate that. They say "I should be nice." I say "Would you rather that I lied to you?"

Today marks the first in a new city or should I say the suburbs. I live with my parents and my younger brother. My little brother went down the street to my aunt's house when we pulled into the driveway. The house was bigger than the last house. This one has 3 bedrooms and a big back yard. Living in the getto we didn't really have a yard. So I opened the door of the car and couldn't even make it out before my rot Sabbath jumped over me and started running in the yard. Running and jumping Sabbath was so happy to be out of the car. I called "Sabbie!" She is so excited so doesn't hear me. So I yelled "SABBATH!! "That always gets her attention. Sure enough she comes running up to me. As she gets closer she impacts me and we both fall to the ground. Sabbath starts licking my face. I say "yes girl I know you're so happy now you have a big huge yard to play in." I go to take Sabbie to the backyard which is fenced off. "There you can run as much as you like." I say to her. No sooner do I get the dog to the backyard am I being yelled at "come up front and help with these boxes!" my mother says. "I'll never understand why my brother can't help unpack." I sighed to myself. "I just want to go check out the new hood!" I say to my mom. "You know you have to call it a neighborhood." my mom says. "I know!" I cry out while rolling my eyes. I'm never really been one for a normal construct of communication. I've always used words that people in my area would understand. When I'm in the hood I use slang. When I'm around my family they are a little Southern. So a thick country accent comes out. I've always been comfortable talking to people in their own language, body as well as verbal.

So we managed to get the house completely unpacked by the week school started. I would be going into my last year in high school. It's quite scary to go from the hood to suburbia. But I won't let anyone else know that I'm freaked out. I'm the scary bitch from the ghetto that no one knows. I got out of bed and went to take a shower because I woke from one of the hottest dreams. I had to take care of this before going to school. I don't need my horny ass to try to find some random person to fuck before or after school. I turn the water on. It feels so warm and good on my sore muscles. As the water runs through my hair. I remember the dream I had. I couldn't see his face but OMG that voice! It was deep and inviting. Just thinking about it made me wet again. So I start slowly running my hands over my body with my soap. When I make it down to my hips. I just can't help it anymore. I started to slowly rub the outside of my pussy. It feels so good, I start to remember how he had complete control of me. With my hands tied up to the head board. They were longer rope so that he could turn me over and whip my ass any time. I love to play hard to get. But when you get me oh man! do I give in. As my body got warmer and wet. I take the water hoses off the wall and use the sprayer to shoot water deep inside. As my core began to tingle and burn. I felt my body twist with pleasure and ecstasy as I climaxed. I quickly finished my shower.