“Where is he? He always does this. He knows he has work…” Fionna jumped up into the hammock, turned on the reading light, and opened her Anatomy of an Ape text book.
This was her fifth year in New York. She came to the great metropolis after spending eight years in Florida. Fionna went through the public school system, although there was no lack of money. Francesco was still making a good living as captain of the “Ecstasy” a ship with the Carnivale Cruise lines.
She continued to study at the University of Florida and she graduated with a degree in Veterinary Medicine. After graduation and after peeling herself away from her over opinionated and over protective mom, she came north to New York.
Since her arrival, in this the greatest city in the world, she has been working at the animal emergency room on the East River Drive and 34th street. She loves her work there. Helping life, keeping these poor animals alive and healthy. She always attributed her love for animals as a result of her growing up in such a beautiful place.
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Along with the job at the animal hospital, she’s taking night courses at N.Y.U. Med School for Veterinary Surgery. Two or three more years and she will be able to perform operations on the animals herself rather than just prepping them for surgery.
Fiona put down her ape’s anatomy book, slid out of the hammock, and went across the room to the refrigerator. As she opened the split doors, the light descended on her long, lean, permanently tanned body. Being a combination of Polynesian and Italian, she grew into an amazing vision of beauty. She had long black hair with a gentle bend, which from any given angle seemed to be cradling her strong face. Wonderful, warm brown almond-shaped eyes. Black, thick eyebrows with a perfect arch to help accentuate her moody eyes. A long roman nose, full red lips, and a petite cleft in her chin.
This was all placed perfectly on a facial structure that would turn heads. Her jawline was so precise and her cheekbones so high. She was a Sofia Lauren crossed with Tia Carrera. At least that is what a scout from Ford Models had told her.
That encounter took place about a year ago. Since then, at least after her first meeting at the exclusive modeling agency, she had been building herself an impressive portfolio.
Doing runway work and print advertisements seemed to be paying off. She has been able to pay all of her school loans, buy the mini-loft that she was graciously sharing with her boyfriend Peter [for about a year now], and she was banking a lot of money in hopes of opening her own veterinary surgery center, as soon as she could get the degree.
She reached into the cool compartment and pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, lifted the container to her mouth and took a long refreshing drink. The light from the open refrigerator door enveloped her long, naked torso. Her small, firm, brown, breast seemed just buds as she leaned back and drank. Long sinewy arms stretched from her naked trunk like tender young branches reaching toward the sky.
Pineapple juice always seemed to do the trick for her whenever she was stressing out, whether it was school, work, family, or Peter. It brought her back, back to her home, her paradise in the sun.
The door to the apartment suddenly swung open. Peter tiptoed in as he noticed the refrigerator light on. He put down his jacket and walked directly to the thermostat on the wall.
“You always got this damn thing turned up so high, you’d think you were back in Hawaii.” He said as he turned to go into the bathroom.
He could hear bottles clanking in the fridge. Then the door slamming shut. “ Is someone in a pissy mood?” He said as toothpaste splattered on the mirror over the sink where he was currently brushing his teeth.
As he approached the small full-sized bed the two shared, he admired the turn of Fiona’s hip. The way it dove down deep to her waist when she lay on her side like that. Even through the cover of the sheet and the dim light shining in the large window on the opposite side of the room, Peter could not help take a moment and admire his girlfriend from behind.
“Are you going to get into bed or what?” Fiona shot without turning.
“Well, what is the what?” Peter asked.
“ What- what? What are you talking about?” Fiona finally asked, not knowing if she was in the mood for one of Peter’s usual word games right now.
Peter climbed into the bed behind her putting his arm over her side. He began to whisper into her ear,
“Well you said get into bed “or what” so I just want to know what the “or what” is.”
“ Oh man, you must be really stoned.” Fiona said then let out a sigh.
“Somebody’s been at the pineapple juice. What’s wrong sweetie? Why the long face?” Peter tried to sound sincere, although he knew Fiona hated that line.
Fiona’s last name, “Facialonga”, means “long face” in Italian. She hated that old line but at times like this Peter just couldn’t help himself. He loved it when Fiona got mad. Her face would clench, her body would get even tighter than it was normally and her eyes were even more piercing than usual.
Fiona made no response to his last remark. Peter could feel himself getting aroused. Besides the wonderful feeling of tension he had created, Fiona had an incredible scent and it drove Peter crazy. Fiona always smelled like cocoa butter. He didn’t even know if she used it. He never saw any in the apartment. He believed it was her smell, just coming out of her pores.
He ran his hand down the long line of her side. Following the deep drop of her waist, up over the full, sweet swing of her hip, down onto her thigh, and on his way around to the front. Suddenly, Fiona sprung like a tightly wound spring and spun over under his hand. He missed his target; he was now on her other thigh.
“Why do you insist on coming home so late every night ? You go out with that Max guy every night, get f@#*ed up on god knows what and then come home wanting me to be your love toy.” She stopped long enough to take a breath.
Peter almost started to answer when she started in on him again.
“You know that I have an early spinning class on Wednesdays, then there’s my work, the photo shoots I need my sleep for, I have exams coming up in school.” She stopped again.
“ Yeah, well-” was all Peter could manage before she continued.
“And if that’s not enough… You’ve got work in the morning. How do you expect to get up at five o’clock when you come strolling in here at such ungodly hours, and I know that you have random drug tests at work. Why do you insist on tempting fate?”
By this time Peter’s eyes had adjusted to the light. Fiona was raised up on one arm, beaming her dark eyes right into his soul,
Peter watched the silken sheet slowly slide down off of Fiona’s small strong shoulder. Her bare brown breasts now fully exposed, nude nipples fully erect. With each breath she took her lean, long torso became more taught. Like small steel bands the rippling muscles around her ribs tightened.
Peter had stopped listening a while ago. Fiona began to sense this. “Are you even listening to a word I’m saying!”
Peter saw her whole body tighten in a split second, so engrossed was he with the image in front of him, he was rendered deaf. Unable to hear the last question, Peter only could witness the result of it being left unanswered.
Fiona sprung from her leaning position landing squarely in the center of Peter’s chest. She grabbed his long black hair and started kissing him wildly.
She continued to kiss him as he watched her center slide down his rippling abdominal section leaving behind a shimmering path. She come to rest on his hips, using a swiveling motion, something Peter attributed to her being Hawaiian, she slid him inside.
Their eyes locked in the dim light, “ I’m a bad girl.” Fiona said as she continued to slowly gyrated her hips communicating to Peter all the ancient stories of the islands.
“Complain, complain, that’s all I do. How can you stand me?” She never changed the pace but with each slow turn of her well-rounded hip she tightened her grip on Peter.
Peter touched the face of his seductress, gave her a toothy grin, and put his strong muscular arms behind his head. He was settled in and was going to enjoy the ride.
