Aphrodite’s Reject: The Lottery Winners (2 page)

When each winner was asked what they were going to spend their winnings on, Dez grinned
, and told them, everything. Rose was not so boisterous and much more practical when she told them she was going to pay off her bills, and her parents bills, and then maybe take a trip somewhere.

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Okay, so our two, soon to be lovebirds, met and had their picture taken. And like I predicted, are going to pay off their bills and take a trip, yawn. So the moment I’ve been patiently waiting for, well patient for me that is, has finally arrived. Now that the hoopla is done and the media has left, it’s just Deziray and Rosalyn, alone at last. Let’s watch as the meeting gives birth to a new relationship.

Escorted to a back room to wait on the IRS to collect their portion, Dez went straight to the coffee pot, and pour herself a cup. She offered to pour Rose a cup too, but Rose declined. Rose sat at the furthest end of the room with her head bowed, concentrating on not being noticed. That made Dez notice her even more, and she tried to strike up a conversation. Fear kept Rose from saying anything more than yes and no, so Dez finally gave up. If she had known that Rose was so enamored by her beauty, Dez might have tried harder. And for her part, Dez thought Rose had the sweetest cheeks she’d ever seen.

So, you can bring a horse to water but you can’t make him drink, right? Wrong! Well okay, you’re partially right. They may not have connected right then, but come on, how can you fall in love with the tax man giving you the evil eye. But there’s still plenty of time left, and I’ve still got a few schemes up my sleeve that I haven’t played yet. Remember the exotic island they both want to go to?

But f
irst our girls have to go through some realizations before they are ready to connect with their soul mate. For instance, Deziray’s skank ex‒girlfriend, Penny, is suddenly interested in her again, and even wants to marry her now. But our girl is too smart for that ploy. I’m happy to say that Deziray sent her packing in no uncertain terms. Although Deziray made up for it, by sleeping with every bimbo in a skirt, she could find. I must admit, Deziray was smoking hot, driving in her new, incredibly expensive, sports convertible. I’m pretty sure, two or three of the bimbo’s she picked up, were straight.

And if it weren’t for
Rosalyn’s parents, Rosalyn would have fallen for the first yahoo that knocked at her door. And the second, and the third.

Both ladies suddenly had friends coming out of the woodwork.
Friends they didn’t know they had. Myself included. It quickly became too much for both of them, and they desperately wanted to get away.

So yours truly
here, arranges for both of them to rent the Horseshoe Bay Island, at the same time. It’s a private island located in Maine. Now here’s the kicker. They each book the island individually, but what they didn’t know, was that I was their travel agent. Clever, aren’t I?  Of course. Anyway, once they got there, and realized my ruse, a terrible storm kept them from leaving. I owe Poseidon big time for that one. So basically, they’re trapped on an island with no electricity, I saw to that, no satellite, thank you Zeus, which means no TV or cell phones, and no way off the island for three weeks, when the prearranged supplies where brought over in a boat. Am I good or what? Don’t answer that.

It took a few days
, but finally the two were talking, and Rosalyn actually came out of her shell and laughed a time or two. They bonded over the fact they both had all that money, and no real friends that they could trust to share it with. Rosalyn, bless her heart, even chastised Deziray for blowing through half a million dollars in a week, on fast women and fast cars. Deziray cocked her leg, placing her large boot up on the table, and informed Rosalyn that she needed to learn to live a little, and have sex at least once first, before she judged others for doing enjoying life. I have to admit, I agree with Deziray.

Now here’s the part that brings a tear to my eye
. Rosalyn was thinking that Deziray needed someone like her, to spend the rest of her life with, and I’ll be darn if Deziray wasn’t thinking the same exact thing!

Now, here’s where I wave my romantic, lustful wand, and poof.
The evening, after the storm had past, Rosalyn decided she wanted to go for a swim. She had bought a new bathing suit, the first one she’d ever owned, and she wanted to break it in. She realized she was very uncomfortable, wearing such a skimpy bikini, but she figured no one would see her, since Deziray was sleeping. Being practical, as she was prone to do, ad nauseam, she didn’t swim out to far, or for too long. It was when she came out of the ocean, dripping water from her hair, her face, her breasts, that my mouth gapped open so wide, and my eyes bugged out so far, that I’m pretty sure I swallowed a bug. Which actually was a good thing, because it reminded me I needed to wake Deziray up so she would see what she was missing. A little lady bug, crawling across her face, woke Deziray up in a tizzy.

S
he looked around for Rosalyn, but I needed her to go to the window. So I puffed a cold breeze through the open window, and Deziray went over to close it. That was when she saw Rosalyn, wet. I mean she was wet from having been in the ocean. Her back was to Deziray, who couldn’t help but observe how Rosalyn’s red bikini, enhanced her perfectly round, muscular butt cheeks. Cheeks that glistened with drops of ocean water and sand. Rosalyn ran her fingers through her long dark, wet hair, and I thought Deziray was going to drool on the window, it steamed up so suddenly. That sealed the lust factor for Deziray, who would dream of that scene, for months to come.

But it wasn’t until th
e end of the week, when they actually fell in love. Head‒over‒heels in love. And the surprising part is they did it on their own. Well, technically I did help them win the lottery, thereby forcing them together, and then I helped them accidently book the island at the same time, finally forcing them to actually look at each other, but hey, give credit where credit is due, they’re the ones who fell in love.

Distracted by the closeness of the other, Dez handed Rose the plate she had just washed, but it slipped out of Rose’s hand, and shattered on the floor. Rose cut her finger, when she knelt to pick up the sharp pieces. Pulling the bandaid down from the cabinet, Dez gently wrapped it around the injured finger, then on impulse, she kissed it. Rose looked softly up into those beautiful eyes of Dez’s, and smiled. Then pulling up the courage from deep within her soul, Rose stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Dez on the cheek. Encouraged, Dez leaned in, and kissed Rose square on the lips.

Whew, I tell you, I had to leave, it was so steamy in that kitchen, and I ain’t talking about the tea kettle boiling on the stove either. In a matter of seconds, the two were desperate to be the one to kiss the other the deepest, the hardest, the longest. But the kiss was nothing compared to the new lovers ripping each other’s clothes off, and bringing each other to climax, right there on the kitchen floor. I know this because I know the sound an orgasm makes, not because I was peeking through the kitchen door at them. I have to admit, the tender way Deziray touched Rosalyn, kissing her breasts, running her hand the length of Rosalyn’s abdomen, gently inserting her fingers through her wet pubic hair, and exciting her clit until it grew hard, bringing Rosalyn to her first orgasm, made me cry.

So, m
y work here is done. I am happy to report that Rosalyn and Deziray got married, adopted two point five kids, and lived happily ever after, on their ranch in Colorado. Oh and yes, Deziray did fire her disgusting boss, and Rosalyn did bring her cat with her, but now, the cat lives outside, so that they can make love in private.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my little story
. One of a million stories I could tell. That is, as long as Aphrodite doesn’t find out.

The End