OMG!: OH MY GOD!

By Alexander Rutherford

The second installment of this spectacularly imaginative page-turner picks up right where the first left off. This literary eye-catcher will delve further into more complex and complicated that the circle of friends is destined to experience. From triumph to tragedy, this snapshot in the lives of the colorful cast will leave you wanting more and

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stratton Press
• Release date: Sep 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798887641119

Alexander Rutherford

ALEXANDER RUTHERFORD (born Monday, December 5, 1977), is an American novelist. A native New Yorker, born in the Saint Albans section of Queens. Currently resides in Allentown, Pennsylvania.

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1

The search for individual destinies and self-absolution for the group of friends that are family continues as a most interesting and socially forbidden couple, Vincent and Eviva, dance on center stage of the SweetBox. Eviva, wearing a mocha-colored silk and lace party dress, is pleasing every eye in the club. Her very noticeable cleavage, which displays her breasts held in her tight black bra, entices Vincent to come hither. He rests his hands on her hips as her form-fitting gown reveals her fine lines as it hugs her waist, hips, and ample backside. Eviva’s dress flows in the humid, muggy air as it drapes down her thick thighs and strong legs. With slits on both side of the skirt of Eviva’s dress, the men can’t stop squirming in their seats as they ogle her, wondering how it would feel to slip underneath the fishnet slip that covers her from her upper thigh up. They randomly lean their heads to the side, hoping to catch a free peek. Her sexy dance steps amaze them as they would be difficult to execute for the average woman in the black four-inch stacked heels Eviva is wearing. The buckle straps and laces give them an extra sexy touch.

She then turns around with her back to Vincent. She slides her robust behind on him, grinding with the intent of arousal. Vincent brings his arm around her, hugging her slim torso. He presses his face in Eviva’s thick, luxurious, jet-black hair that flows down to the small of her back. He rubs himself against Eviva’s bottom half, growing more and more inside his pants. As Eviva motions her rear from side to side, she slowly lifts her arms in the air.

Fueled by an unbelievable surge to his libido, Vincent starts kissing and sucking on Eviva’s neck. The same surge starts overcoming Eviva as well as her nipples start to protrude. With his arm still around her, Vincent turns Eviva around. Eviva lifts her head and face up, revealing her neck to him. Vincent continues kissing, licking, and sucking on Eviva’s neck as he has her behind in his grasp. He has his hot wet tongue and mouth travel down to Eviva’s sizeable chest. Eviva heaves a breath of lust and passion. She brings her face down. Eviva’s and Vincent’s faces draw nearer…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Vincent’s alarm sounds. With his head still on the pillow, his eyes slowly open. His heart is racing. He reaches over and turns his alarm off. Vincent then discovers that his third leg is still living the dream. He turns over, and Eviva’s lying right beside him.

Vincent gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. Like every morning, he brushes his teeth and washes his face. He closes the door, disrobes, and enters the shower. He turns on the water, adjusts the temperature, pulls the stopper, and the shower head shoots out the water. The water hits Vincent’s face and immediately revives him. He stands in the falling water for about five minutes, motionless, thinking about his relationship with Eviva. Strange at best, however, he feels so good about it. It feels right to him, and that’s all that matters. There is just one detail…Eviva’s his cousin. What would Alex, Scott, and his mother think of all this? How would Cody take the news? This has been going on, in his head, for almost a year now. The only person who knows is Danielle, his now ex-girlfriend, as a result of this extenuating circumstance. With all this on his mind, of all days, today had to be—

Happy birthday! Eviva says, startling Vincent in the shower. She slips her naked body in the shower with Vincent, keeping him company. Vincent turns to her and slides his arms in between hers as she reaches up for him, resting her arms on his chest and her hands on the back of his neck. They kiss. Vincent blows a stressed breath through his nose. Eviva notices this. What’s wrong?

We’ve been doing this for almost a year now, Vincent answers. I can’t lie to them anymore. Sooner or later, this is going to get out. Danielle already knows. It’s only a matter of time.

I know, Eviva says.

So what do we do? Vincent asks.

Eviva shrugs her shoulders. We’re just going to have to think on our feet.

"No matter what happens, Vincent says, you know I’ll always love you, right?"

"And I’ll always love you, Eviva says. I’m not worried about that."

They lose themselves, gazing into each other’s eyes. Their hearts start racing. Their lips draw nearer. They kiss and start moving their hands all over their bodies. The extension of Vincent’s love is solidified.

Eviva then moves her hands down and fondles his cord. She climbs up on Vincent, draping her arms over his traps, wrapping her legs around him, and plugs him into her socket. Vincent holds onto Eviva as they create a large amount of electricity. Vincent holds onto her as he lowers himself down in the wet tub. With the water pelting their bodies from above, Eviva rides up and down on Vincent, looking at Vincent with immense lust and pleasure. Vincent’s moans heighten a bit in volume as he is about to have a power surge. Eviva jumps off and plugs him in her top socket, digesting the shock. Vincent’s body jolts as Eviva consumes him. His body trembles as he leans forward. He gently rests atop Eviva’s back, embracing her.

Eviva rises up, smiling. We’d better get out of here. They’re bound to wake soon.

Yeah, Vincent lets out.

They get up and turn the water off. They towel each other off and kiss again. Eviva puts her nightshirt back on and heads for the door. Vincent starts pulling up his pajama pants. Eviva opens the door, and Cody is standing on the other side. Vincent looks up and sees him. He and Eviva stand there in shock, with terror etched across their faces, as Cody wears a look of total surprise as his mouth is wide open.

***

Later that morning, Alex and Chris are in their den talking. Alex is lying down on her side with her head in Chris’s lap, on the sofa. "I still can’t believe it. Where has the time gone? I came here six years ago, and we have been married for five of them."

Yeah, Chris says, "time definitely has flown by. You know, like you just said, we’ve been married for five years now, and we never went on our honeymoon."

Alex gasps. "That’s right. I forgot all about that. We basically sped through to get to college. We were going so fast, we almost missed our placement tests."

Yeah, Chris says, "Leslie and Benjamin are two years old now."

Yeah, Alex says. "It seems like a blink ago that we were coming home with them from the hospital. Now, they’re walking, they’re talking—"

"Oh boy, are they talking," Chris says.

Alex giggles. "You know what? We should go on our honeymoon."

So why don’t we go? Chris asks. "I mean, we can let Mom and Dad watch the kids, and you know Mom never says no to spending time with her grandchildren."

Yeah, Alex says, sitting up and leaning on Chris. You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?

What’s that? Chris asks.

Alex rises up off Chris and looks into his eyes. Going back to school.

Didn’t we just graduate a little while ago? Chris asks.

Yeah, but all I have is a graduate degree, Alex explains. To really be marketable, there’s something else I need to get.

Oh, your CPA license, Chris says.

Alex nods her head.

Yeah, Chris says, "go for it. It’s not like you’re not going to get it anyway. You should do it."

Alex smiles, kisses her husband, and returns to leaning on him.

A news reporter is coming here to interview us, Chris says, about my split from pro wrestling and all.

I’ll be here, Alex says. Alex starts sliding her arms around Chris. She then pushes up and starts kissing on him again. With her body, she pushes Chris, having him lie on his back across the sofa, and she crawls on top of him. They are face-to-face with one another. There’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about, Alex says.

Chris, puts his hands behind his head. What’s that?

Again, Alex looks intently into Chris’s eyes. Let’s move into a house.

You don’t like it here? Chris asks.

"I love it here, Alex answers. It’s just that the kids need to live in a house. They need to have the experience of playing in a yard, you know? On hot summer days, they can run around and be kids, you know? Growing up in Oregon, I loved it there because the land was so big. We had a front yard, a big backyard with a pool. Brisco and I used to run wild. There was a lake nearby where she and I would go and take a dip and everything. The kids need that kind of environment."

Yeah, I know, Chris says. "You’re absolutely right. It’s just that we already own this place."

We can still keep this place, Alex says. Like a getaway spot or maybe for friends to crash every once in a while, you know? Like a place of refuge. Alex draws her face in closer to Chris’s. It can also be a getaway for our romantic rendezvous. She kisses him.

Well, I’m sold, Chris says.

Alex giggles and kisses him again.

***

The school year has begun. Vincent makes his way to Ernest Rutherford High School, entering the hallowed halls now as a senior classman. The gossip mills and rumor factories have been brewing over recent escapades he and his friends have been a part of—in particular, the ones relating to their trips to the SweetBox. With that, along with Vincent’s rep with the ladies, he has become the most popular in school.

As soon as he sets foot on campus, inquisitive eyes are cast upon him, and everyone huddles in their cliques. Guys and girls clamor, whisper, and giggle as he walks past them. His friends, TK and Jeremiah, greet him with dap handshakes.

Hey, man, says TK. What’s up?

Long time, no see, Jeremiah says.

Hey, what’s up? Vincent asks. What’s going on? Vincent feels all eyes on him. He turns to look, and the kids in his sight are still whispering and carrying on. Why is everyone looking at me? Vincent asks.

Word’s out, man, TK says. "You are the hottest topic right now. Word also spread about the SweetBox."

"And how does everyone know about that?" Vincent asks suspiciously.

Word travels fast, bro, Jeremiah answers. "You’re the man now. You followed in your bro-in-law’s gargantuan footsteps. Albeit through promiscuity and not athletic superiority, but let’s not split hairs. The ladies are all over you, the guys want to be like you, you’re a straight A student, you’re on the football team—"

You got the looks, you got the personality, you’re an inspiration to us all, bro, TK says.

I’m just a guy, Vincent says. A guy that has had some pretty amazing adventures, I must say. But I’m just a guy.

"You have to run for senior class president, Jeremiah says. You know that, right?"

I’ve already made plans to, Vincent says. It’s my civic duty.

All three snicker. A bevy of hot, very attractive, scantily clad girls walk by, eyeing them.

TK turns to Vincent. "Good God, I love being your friend."

"It always has its advantages," Jeremiah says.

TK and Jeremiah catch up to the girls who just passed them. The bell sounds for the beginning of the school year. Cody shows up and taps Vincent on the shoulder. Vincent turns and sees Cody. Hey, Cody. What’s up?

Hey, man, Cody says.

Come on, let’s get you to your first class, Vincent says, taking Cody’s program sheet and proceeding up the school steps with Cody following close behind.

Cody can’t help but ask, What’s with you and Eviva?

Vincent turns his head to Cody, flashing him a stern look.

Cody continues, "Hey, I tried to be quiet about it, man. I can’t anymore. I mean, I did see you two coming out of the bathroom together. You were both wet, and when Eviva opened the door, you were pulling your pants up."

They enter the school.

Vincent sighs. "It’s really difficult to explain, bro. We’ll talk later. Alright?"

Not today, Cody says, Unless you plan on waiting up for me. When you go home today, tell Mom I’ll be at the music store for Miracle’s autograph session, okay?

Oh, that’s right, Vincent says. Yeah, sure. No problem.

2

Later that day, Cody heads over to the music store, with roses in hand, to meet Miracle, a teen star slated to be the next pop princess. As he approaches the store, he sees a never-ending line of people surrounding the store going around the block.

Three girls approach him. Hi, are you here to see Miracle? one of them asks.

Yeah, I am, Cody answers with disappointment in his voice. "However, I don’t think I’ll get to see her. Look at this line."

Another one of the girls touches the wrapping of Cody’s bouquet. Oh, are these for her?

Yeah, Cody answers with a smile.

"Oh, that’s so sweet, the other girl says. I hope you get to meet her."

Yeah, me too, Cody says.

Bye, the girls say, waving and walking away.

Cody smiles at them, hating to see them go but loving watching them leave. He lets out a big sigh and continues walking to the endless line. He sees an opening and heads for it. A big, burly security guard stops him. Excuse me, sir. You have to go to the end of the line.

"Where is the end of the line?" Cody asks.

Around the corner, sir, the security guard directs.

Cody continues on his way around the corner and sees another set of countless people going down the block. He heads for another opening and is stopped by another security guard. I just spoke with one of the security guards, and he said for me to get to the end of the line.

Yes, sir, the guard says, "but this is not the end of the line."

He said around the corner, Cody says.

I’m sure he did, the guard explains, but you’ll have to go farther, sir. There’ll be tremendous unrest and chaos if people are allowed to simply cut in the line. These people have been waiting for hours to meet Miracle. Move along, sir.

Cody, even more disappointed than before, continues on. He finally reaches the end of the line. This is hopeless, Cody says to himself. I’ll never get to meet her.

A fellow fan in front of Cody greets him. Hey, how are you?

I’m fine, Cody answers. What’s up with you?

Just here to meet the lady, the fan says. He extends his hand to him. Mike.

Cody, Cody answers, accepting Mike’s hand.

Are those for her? Mike asks.

Yeah, Cody answers, but I don’t think I’ll get to give them to her.

Two girls walk up behind them.

It doesn’t matter to me how long I have to wait out here, Cody professes. "I’ll do anything to meet her. Ever since her debut, I’ve always wanted to meet her. Along with these roses I got for her, I wrote to her and put the letter inside with my picture and a calling card."

One of the girls squeals, "Oh, that’s so sweet."

Cody turns, facing her. Thanks. It’s just how I feel about her, you know?

"I wish I had a guy sweet on me enough to write me a love letter," the other girl says.

Cody smiles. I’m Cody. He turns and extends his hand to them.

The first girl accepts his hand. I’m Vianora. This is my friend, Nefeasia. Nefeasia accepts Cody’s hand also.

Nice to meet you both, Cody says.

Much, much later, Cody has finally made it into the store. He hears a single from one of Miracle’s CDs over the audio in the store. Fans are going nuts. Cameras are flashing, and they are screaming for Miracle. Cody is very nervous. There was a downpour earlier in the evening that had subsided to a drizzle. As a result, Cody is all wet. His clothes are damp, and his boots are plastered with wet paper from the discarded Miracle paraphernalia that was on the ground outside.

The letter, along with the bouquet of roses he bought for her, are soaked. Cody sees Miracle on the rise striking poses for her fans in a simple gray silk gown. Statuesque and angelic to all who cast eyes on her, her physical presence is even more striking in Cody’s eyes. The line inches up more and more. Cody is mesmerized by Miracle, "Oh, God. She looks like an angel. She is so beautiful."

Cody is in seventh heaven, on cloud nine, as he finally reaches the front of the line. His turn to meet Miracle is up. The guard advises him, Okay, make it quick. Miracle must depart soon.

Too caught up in the bliss that is Miracle, Cody doesn’t even hear the guard. He can’t take his eyes off of her.

Cody, seemingly floating on air, approaches her at her table. With a big smile and an ever-so-sweet voice, Miracle greets him. Hi, how are you?

Cody pauses in disbelief, then lets out, "I love you so much. Cody repeatedly professes his love for her as this is all that his mind can allow him to say. Miracle smiles at him. Cody looks down at his roses, remembering who they are for. He takes the envelope containing his letter and gives it to her, along with the bouquet of roses. Sorry about it being so wet."

That’s okay, Miracle says in her sweet disposition, Thank you so much.

Again, Cody’s brain goes into overload. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Miracle giggles at him. She reaches her hand out to him. Cody reaches out to take Miracle’s hand with his that are cold from being outside in the rain for hours upon hours. As soon as his hand touches hers, Cody bows his head to fight back mounting emotions. He is so overwhelmed, a lump starts forming in his throat, and tears start welling up in his eyes. Oh my God. Oh God, I love you.

The guard approaches him. Okay, sir. Time’s up. The guard escorts an ignorantly blissful Cody to the exit. His nose is wide open, and an irremovable smile is etched across his face. Floating on air, he makes his way to the exit. One of the attendants hands Cody an autographed picture of Miracle as he leaves the store.

One of the fans in line shouts to him. It’s Vianora, one of the girls he met earlier in the evening. How does she look?

She’s like an angel, Cody answers.

Vianora is about to enter the store.

I’ll wait for you out here, Cody says to her.

Vianora waves to him.

***

All three—Cody, Vianora, and Nefeasia—are on a bus as they head home.

"She is such an angel," Cody says.

"She is so beautiful," Vianora says.

"She is," Nefeasia agrees.

"You can really tell that she truly and genuinely cares for her fans," Cody says.

Yeah, Vianora agrees, she was only supposed to be there until eleven, and we didn’t meet her until minutes to midnight.

"I bet she’s still there signing autographs, taking pictures with fans and stuff," Nefeasia says.

"They’re way past their closing time, Cody says. So I don’t think so. The store would have to pay their employees overtime."

Knowing Miracle, Vianora says, she’d probably pay it herself.

Yeah, Nefeasia says. I know, right?

They laugh.

I had a lump in my throat when I touched her hand, Cody confesses. I didn’t cry, but I felt the tears coming.

Me too, Vianora says.

"Her hands are so soft," Nefeasia says.

I could hardly tell, Cody says. "My hands were freezing!"

Yeah, Vianora says. Mine were a little too.

Not mine, Nefeasia says. "I have hand warmers. I came prepared. I actually watch the news."

They laugh.

Cody looks out the bus window and sees his stop coming soon. I was wondering if you, maybe, wanted to get together sometime, Cody says. Hang out, see a movie, get a bite to eat or something? What do you say?

Vianora and Nefeasia look to each other, then smile. Sure, Vianora says.

Great, Cody says. He reaches in his jacket pocket and finds a pen, but no paper. Oh, man. I don’t have any paper. Wait, my cell phone. Let me put it in there.

Let me, Vianora says, sitting next to Cody. She takes his pen, opens his hand, and starts writing her phone number in the palm of Cody’s hand.

Cody looks at her as she is very attractive, and his heart starts racing from the mere touch of her hand. He then looks at Nefeasia. She smiles back at him and flashes him a wink. Cody smiles at her.

There you go, Vianora says, face-to-face with Cody, within an eyelash of their lips touching. They look into each other’s eyes.

Nefeasia looks up. There’s our stop. Nefeasia signals for the drive to stop the bus. The bus slows.

Well, nice meeting you, Vianora says, stroking Cody’s cheek with her finger.

Pleasure was all mine, Cody says, in an orgasmic state.

Vianora lets out a subtle giggle as she rises from her seat. She walks to the exit, and Nefeasia follows behind, passing Cody. Nefeasia taps him on his nose with her index finger. Catch you later.

"I hope not too much later," Cody flirts.

She smiles at him and flashes another wink his way, then exits the bus. The doors close, and the driver pulls off. Cody leans back and looks at the girls as they walk down the street. He wears a smirk as he looks down at his hand.

***

That night, Vincent is asleep in bed, tossing and turning. His sheets are damp as the visions invading his head are of a torrid, sexual nature. He is dreaming about his first time with Danielle. It is nighttime, and they are in her living room. The television is on as they are making out on the sofa. Vincent is in his off-white denim two-piece, and Danielle is in one of Vincent’s black T-shirts that makes her feel closer to him. The only other thing Danielle is wearing is a pair of black lacy boy shorts.

Vincent caresses Danielle’s breast. Danielle then pulls her T-shirt up, revealing it to him, and subtly prompts him to continue. As this is the first time he has ever seen a girl reveal this in person before, he starts to pick up his intensity a bit. Danielle takes her shirt off, and Vincent immerses himself in her bosom. He kisses, licks, and sucks on Danielle’s breasts and travels up to her neck as he crawls on top of her. He presses himself up against her as he is feeling emotions as intense as his actions. Vincent continues locking lips and tying tongues with Danielle as he starts dry humping inside her open legs. He rises off her, sitting up, and takes his shirt off. Danielle reaches for him and fondles his chest. She pulls herself up to him and now starts kissing, licking, and sucking on Vincent’s chest and nipples. Vincent feels as if he’s about to explode. He slides his tongue in her mouth again, with more passion. He peels himself away from Danielle, standing up. Danielle takes her boy shorts off, exposing her sweetbox to him. Vincent follows, immediately taking his pants off, and quickly moves in on her. Down on his knees, he takes his hot wet tongue and travels south to Danielle’s point of ecstasy. He reaches his destination.

FLASH!

Vincent’s back springs from his bed. Covered in sweat, he is light-headed, scared, and confused. His heart is racing, and his breaths are short and fast. He looks around the room panoramically, in an attempt to calm himself. As his eyes scan the room, he notices that his clock shows a time of four thirty. Regaining his composure, he slowly lowers his head to his pillow and takes a deep breath, returning to his slumber.

FLASH!

With his clothes back on his body, Vincent attempts to exit Danielle’s home. Stretching his arm out, with his hand millimeters away from the door handle, Vincent stops himself. He feels a presence that he can’t deny. He turns, knowing who awaits him. It’s Danielle, also dressed in the same clothes as before, as is Vincent. She can’t take her eyes off Vincent as she has never wanted to give herself to anyone more.

Vincent turns away from the door and walks back over to Danielle. As they stand toe to toe, they look intently into the other’s eyes. They draw their lips in again and kiss once more. Sliding their hands all over the other, they handle each other with the greatest of ease. Vincent slips his arms through Danielle’s and slides his hands down her firm backside and clutches her rear. His mouth travels down to Danielle’s ear and neck.

Danielle heaves unbelievable breaths of lust and orgasmic moans of passion as she slides her arms inside Vincent’s and reaches down for Vincent’s cord. With his cord ready to be plugged in, Vincent removes his hands from Danielle’s backside, unbuckles his belt, and his pants drop to his ankles. He then peels his underwear off, signaling for Danielle to go further this time.

Looking up at Vincent with a sexy smile, she pulls away from Vincent and makes her way over to the sofa. She sits down, facing him, leans back, spreads her legs, and starts rubbing on her hot wet snatch. She wets her lips as Vincent pulls his pants and underwear off his feet and goes in his jacket in the coat closet for a condom. He frees it from the wrapping and pulls it down, covering his tool.

Danielle starts heaving as Vincent continues to pull on his cord, making his way to her. She wets her lips again as she continues pleasing herself impatiently for Vincent. Vincent slithers on top of her. Danielle pulls him in close. Stick it in me.

Vincent starts rubbing himself up and down on her sexual opening. They both heave harder and harder. Vincent starts sliding in—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Vincent’s alarm sounds, waking him up. His heart again is racing. He reaches over and turns his alarm off. Vincent heaves a big breath and gets out of bed to start his day.

Later in school, Vincent and TK converse in the hall as they make their way to their next class. They lean against the wall outside the classroom door. Yo, man, Vincent says, "I keep