My Greek Lovers

Chapter 2

Kristy's POV

All the reasons why I should and shouldn't go on that trip to Greece were long gone in my head. All I thought about now was getting the fuck out of here! Out of this apartment, Emily and I shared throughout college! Out of the bed that Nicolas shared when we made love in and stayed the night! Out of the life, I knew that had his memories planted everywhere!

I grabbed my phone and texted my Mom giving her my answer and asking for the details of the trip. I offered to pay what I could back to my Aunt Sarah but my Mom insisted that I shouldn't worry about it.

I shouted to the family room to get Emily's attention and I scrunch my face, already anticipating her loud reaction. "EMMS! PACK YOUR BAGS!!"

OH MY GOD!!!" she shouted back. "SERIOUSLY? WE'RE GOING TO GREECE BABY! FUCK YEAH!!"

I could tell she was doing a happy dance in the other room and I rolled my eyes and laughed at the image. I'm so grateful for Emms. She is truly my best friend and has always been there to comfort me. I'm so happy she's able to come with me on this trip too!

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A week later, our bags were packed and Emily hadn't stopped talking about the trip and what she planned to do while she was there.
Of course, she went through my bag and made sure I packed appropriate outfits so that I wasn't planning on moping around the pool and beach all day.

She wasn't kidding when she told my Mom she would make sure I forgot about Nicolas. At least my mindset now was also that I wanted to forget about him. However, my subconscious always betrays me and brings him back into my mind.

"CABS ARE HERE!" she shouted like a Snooki wanna-be. She always knew how to make me laugh. "GREECE BABY! HERE WE COME!" screaming as she got into the cab. The driver probably thinking she was drunk and crazy at 6 in the morning!

The cab brought us to the airport. We checked our bags and boarded the plane. As the plane started to move to take off from San Francisco, I let out a deep sigh. I was determined to start my life fresh. No more thoughts about Nicolas. I would enjoy myself to the fullest on this trip and come back a new person. Start my life, my job, without him involved.

So much for that pep talk Kristy!

As I drifted off to sleep during the long plane ride, my subconscious allowed Nicolas to enter back into my mind. I missed him. The way his warm body felt hovered over mine. The smell of his spearmint breath and his masculine cologne. The feeling of his dark brown hair combed naturally as I ran my fingers through his thick locks. The way his kiss felt on my lips. I remember it as if his lips were grazing mine now, in my far too real dream. The feeling of him touching my skin. The way he made love to me. It was like he was meant for me. The length of him fit just right. The way our bodies knew each other over the time we were together.

He knew just how to turn me on, just how to touch me, just where my sensitive spots were. He knew the way I liked it. How we both liked it. It's like I can hear him whispering in my ear now.

"Tell me what you want baby."

"Harder. Harder baby," I moaned my answer.
"Oh, God Nicolas. Yes...Mmmm. Don't stop baby. I need more of you."

God the way his balls smashed against my ass from behind. Pushing his entire length into me hard before slowly inching out almost all the way before smashing hard into me again. It always drove me wild.

"Ride me, baby." He whispered flipping me over. He liked me riding him on top when we were about to finish. He said he always liked watching me. I straddled his body under mine and supported myself with one hand on his firm chest while I took my breast in my other and played with my nipple watching his face get even more aroused.