The Time Of My Life

By Nick Foxx

An eco-friendly photo journalist meets a house full of environmentally sensitive women while on assignment. As he studies their life, he wins the hearts and bodies of one woman after another.
This book was the Earth Day Contest winner on literotica.com in 2009.
This title contains material not suitable for minors.

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Four hours and fifteen minutes. That was how much sleep I’d had. It was going to be a long, hard day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. When I finally quit hitting the snooze button, I only had forty-two minutes to get dressed and drive across town. I barely had time to get cleaned up before I got in the car. My boss, J. W. had an assignment for me but I couldn’t remember their name. So I didn’t know whose home I was walking into.

I was supposed to photograph this house for an article about living ‘green’. That probably meant some rich lady had bought a reusable shopping bag or started recycling her wine bottles. She’d want all her friends to know about it. J. W. sent a text with directions and told me where to be this morning. At least I made it on time.

J. W. Miller was a good boss. She gave me work I liked. It wasn’t too demanding or time consuming and most of it was a breeze. My schedule was flexible (as long as I made deadline) and that worked for me. Shooting ‘human interest’ stories like this paid my bills so I could focus on what I really wanted. The only problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted. If I knew that, doing this would be cool. The way things were.... Well, let’s just say it was going to be a long hard day.

The sun was sneaking over the peak of the roof of the house as I got out of my car. My mood lifted when I saw a Red Bull in the trunk but it was empty. I needed caffeine bad. My camera was handy so I shot off a few frames of the exterior to get a head start on the job. The sun backlit the house and brought out details that would be lost in the harsh midday sun. I added a flash as a fill light and got some good stuff. With my attention on the light I didn’t see the faces looking down at me from the upstairs windows. If I’d been awake already, I might have noticed.

I took my gear and headed around back. My boss had given me specific instructions on what to do. I was to show up on time, go around back and meet the housekeeper. But J. W. didn’t tell me this housekeeper was a babe. She was a curvaceous little cutie from somewhere south of the Equator. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled even at this ungodly hour.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Foxx
• Release date: Aug 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476144146

Nick Foxx

A diverse blend of music floated through the rooms of Nick Foxx’s house as he grew up. His family listened to and played blues, jazz, folk, gospel, country, rock’n’roll and classical music and they all fascinated him. Late in the night, he’d sit with his father and grandfather while they told stories and sang their favorites.Professors and artists mingled with ranchers and farmers around picnic tables in Nick's backyard to enjoy fried fish, barbecue, and good music as the neighborhood children chased fireflies in the twilight.The music he heard filled his head with dreams of being a professional musician. He played at local dances, clubs, and bars before he could drive. By twenty-one, he had performed for crowds of thousands, heard himself on the radio, and sang on live TV. His music has been used in advertising, film, television, theater, and played in concert halls. Records he worked on decorate the walls of his office and home.Nick began publishing ebooks in 2008 with Anonymous Publishing. While writing under the pen name, Nicky Faulkes, Nick’s work “The Time Of My Life” won the Earth Day Story Contest on Literotica.com and gained him the praise of peers. It encouraged him to keep writing and telling stories.Nick is a semi-retired composer and musician, happily married for over twenty years to a beautiful, loving woman who is the love of his life. Nick’s stories are a blend of his personal experiences and fantasies that merge to bring genuine, relatable characters and engaging tales to the page. His greatest delight is to share the joy he feels creating new work with the people who listen to his music or read his stories.Please contact Nick at: [e-mail] to get the latest on his next project or to join his facebook group. If you liked this book, check out other titles by Nick Foxx at your favorite e-book retailer online or follow him on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/nick.foxx.108

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These stories contain sexually explicit acts involving consenting adults. They are not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.

These are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The authors acknowledge the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

Please remember that you’re reading fiction. In the world of fiction and fantasy, sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies and the emotional ramifications of intimacy are controllable by the author. In the real world, that’s not the case. Please practice safe sex and take care of yourself and one another. Character’s physical descriptions may be idealized in my work, but I feel it’s valid and justified. Because each of us is beautiful to those who love us and we look perfect when the lights go out. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I had writing them.

The Time Of My Life

(an eco-friendly erotic novel)

Nick Foxx

Copyright 2012, Nick Foxx

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Chapter 1

Four hours and fifteen minutes. That was how much sleep I’d had. It was going to be a long day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. When I finally quit hitting the snooze button, I only had forty-two minutes to get dressed and drive across town. There was barely time to get cleaned up before I got in the car. My boss, J. W. had assigned me the job and I had the address but I couldn’t remember the homeowner’s name. So I didn’t know whose home I was walking into.

I was supposed to photograph a home for an article about living ‘green’. Some rich lady had probably bought reusable shopping bags or started recycling wine bottles. She’d want to show her friends how environmentally concsious she was. Last night J. W. told me where to be this morning. At least I made it on time.

J. W. Miller was a good boss. She gave me work I liked. It wasn’t demanding or time consuming and most of it was a breeze. My schedule was flexible (as long as I made deadline) and that worked for me. Shooting ‘human interest’ stories like this paid my bills so I could focus on doing what I really wanted. The only problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. If I knew that, doing this would be cool. The way things were… Well, let’s just say it was going to be a long day.

The sun was sneaking over the peak of the roof of the house as I got out of my car. My mood lifted when I saw a Red Bull in the trunk but it was empty. I needed caffeine bad. My camera was handy so I shot off a few frames of the exterior to get a head start on the job. The sun backlit the house and brought out details that would be lost in the harsh midday sun. I added a flash as a fill light and got some good stuff. With my attention on the house I didn’t see the faces looking down at me from the upstairs windows. If I’d been awake enough to be alert, I might have noticed.

I took my gear and headed around back. My boss had given me specific instructions on what to do. I was to show up on time, go around back and meet the housekeeper. But J. W. didn’t tell me this housekeeper was a babe. She was a curvaceous little cutie from somewhere south of the Equator. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled even at this ungodly hour. I set my bag down by the pool and as we said hello, she offered me a huge cup of coffee. The aroma was enough to make me want to propose on the spot. I closed my eyes and sipped slowly letting it wash the cobwebs out of my brain before I did anything more. Oh, yeah. That’s just what I needed. Thank you.

You’re welcome. My name is Leda. I take care of the house with Mrs. Westin and the girls.

It’s nice to meet you, Leda. I’m Nick Todd, but you can call me Banger.

Giggling she said, Banger? How did you get a name like that?

It’s a long story.

You’re here to get our story, right? You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine. She giggled again as she asked, Isn’t that how it’s done?

Coffee, a pretty girl to flirt with, and an infectious laugh. My day was looking up. Okay. I’ll play along. I got nicknamed ‘Banger’ for a couple of reasons but it started when I was a kid. My full name’s Thomas Nicholas Todd III. The first day of school the other kids heard that and started calling me TNT, Dynamite, Boomer, and Banger. I hated Banger the most so that’s what stuck.

Why do they call you Nick instead of callling you Thomas? (I liked the way she said ‘Tom-as’)

My grandfather was Thomas and my dad was Tom, so they called me little Tommy. I liked Nick better. But please call me Banger. All my friends do.

The last of the coffee was sliding down my throat when she said, I think I’d like to be your friend, Banger. I like you. You look like you could use some breakfast. Would you like something to nibble on?

Maybe I did it because she was flirting with me, maybe it was because my brain wasn’t functioning fully, maybe I was just too horny to control myself. For whatever reason, I took the flirting up a notch. I looked her up and down and said, I’d enjoy nibbling on anything you got for me. She giggled but evidently the woman behind me wasn’t amused.

Excuse me. What did you say?

As I turned to find the sound of her voice, I lost my balance and fell into the pool. Flailing around, I chased the hot coffee down with a mouthful of cold water. That woke me up completely. I tried to swim but my shoes and clothes