Kitkat103
Waiting for Daylight
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Okay I started this story back in December based on some high school memories and a nightmare. There is something about this that throws me off a bit. Before I insert the smut and move this story out of my idea I would like to receive some pointers. Thank you all, I know how this forum does not get as much traffic as the others

___________________________________________________________________Okay so my best friend Isabella and I were applying for colleges when Brazil Loft was coming out with their final album. We were applying a semester late so we had to work at the local Klimpy's until we were accepted. Anyway for the promotion of the album our local radio station TROX 92.4 was having a contest. The 92nd caller would win VIP tickets to the concert and the chance to spend the day with Dartanian Thoreau, the lead singer of Brazil Loft. For a week after we ducked out of work early,
Isabella and I were glued to her comforter. We waited for the top of every hour so we could phone in and be the 92nd caller. Unfortunately we were greeted with the busy signal.
“Maryn this ain't gonna happen. I don't see us getting through anytime soon.” Isabella said to me as she slammed the phone on the receiver.
“It just has to, I can't lose. We just keep calling and see what happens. Besides what the hell else are we going to do?” I said
“Oh I don't know, WORK!” Isabella shouted. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her cellphone. Isabella snatched it out of my hand and walked towards her dresser.
“ You are not going to call that radio station with my cell phone. I don't have enough minutes for your bullshit. I'm sick of this Maryn we are not going to win, lets cut our losses and wait for the new album to come out. We rush home every day and are slaves to the phone, I can't even take off this fucking uniform before I spend hours in bed with you waiting to call in.” Isabella pulled her sweater over her head and let it rest on the dresser top. She unbuttoned the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the pile and then slowly removed her knee highs. Each slow removal revealed her toned caramel legs. Isabella quickly peeled off her black bikini underwear and matching bra.
All the while she was still yelling at me for wasting our time I could not look away as she stood there nude, her beauty on display. Isabella sensed that I was staring and looked back at me. Her eyes fixed on mine for what seemed like forever; I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and my chest. Luckily with my skin tone I did not redden but I am sure that Isabella knew that I was pleased with what I saw.
Her cheeks brightened and she turned around. She opened one of the drawers and grabbed a towel.
“I'm gonna take a shower, when I come out you better not be on the fucking phone.” Isabelle headed towards her bathroom and slammed the door.
I continued to make phone calls to the station despite what Isabella said. I was going to see my favorite band and meet Dartanian. Expecting to hear the busy signal I was shocked to hear the phone ring.
“92.4 T-ROX New York's #1 Rock Music Source. DJ R-O-D here,” I paused, I did not know what to say.
“Hello, anyone there?” The DJ said,as he played the sound effect of a gong.
“Yes, YES I am here. Am I the 92nd caller?” I finally mustered into the phone.
“ No, we just put you through because we have nothing to do. OF COURSE YOU ARE THE WINNER sweetie, what’s your name?” I froze, I finally won I finally fucking won my dream.
“Maryn, Oh my God I won, WHOOOO!” I shouted, so happy I started jumping on the bed.
“Maryn, that sounds hot. Stay on the line and I will give you the instructions on how to claim your prize.” DJ Rod said and placed me on hold. He transferred me to another number and an intern gave me directions to the studio.


___________________________________________________________________Okay so my best friend Isabella and I were applying for colleges when Brazil Loft was coming out with their final album. We were applying a semester late so we had to work at the local Klimpy's until we were accepted. Anyway for the promotion of the album our local radio station TROX 92.4 was having a contest. The 92nd caller would win VIP tickets to the concert and the chance to spend the day with Dartanian Thoreau, the lead singer of Brazil Loft. For a week after we ducked out of work early,
Isabella and I were glued to her comforter. We waited for the top of every hour so we could phone in and be the 92nd caller. Unfortunately we were greeted with the busy signal.
“Maryn this ain't gonna happen. I don't see us getting through anytime soon.” Isabella said to me as she slammed the phone on the receiver.
“It just has to, I can't lose. We just keep calling and see what happens. Besides what the hell else are we going to do?” I said
“Oh I don't know, WORK!” Isabella shouted. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her cellphone. Isabella snatched it out of my hand and walked towards her dresser.
“ You are not going to call that radio station with my cell phone. I don't have enough minutes for your bullshit. I'm sick of this Maryn we are not going to win, lets cut our losses and wait for the new album to come out. We rush home every day and are slaves to the phone, I can't even take off this fucking uniform before I spend hours in bed with you waiting to call in.” Isabella pulled her sweater over her head and let it rest on the dresser top. She unbuttoned the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the pile and then slowly removed her knee highs. Each slow removal revealed her toned caramel legs. Isabella quickly peeled off her black bikini underwear and matching bra.
All the while she was still yelling at me for wasting our time I could not look away as she stood there nude, her beauty on display. Isabella sensed that I was staring and looked back at me. Her eyes fixed on mine for what seemed like forever; I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and my chest. Luckily with my skin tone I did not redden but I am sure that Isabella knew that I was pleased with what I saw.
Her cheeks brightened and she turned around. She opened one of the drawers and grabbed a towel.
“I'm gonna take a shower, when I come out you better not be on the fucking phone.” Isabelle headed towards her bathroom and slammed the door.
I continued to make phone calls to the station despite what Isabella said. I was going to see my favorite band and meet Dartanian. Expecting to hear the busy signal I was shocked to hear the phone ring.
“92.4 T-ROX New York's #1 Rock Music Source. DJ R-O-D here,” I paused, I did not know what to say.
“Hello, anyone there?” The DJ said,as he played the sound effect of a gong.
“Yes, YES I am here. Am I the 92nd caller?” I finally mustered into the phone.
“ No, we just put you through because we have nothing to do. OF COURSE YOU ARE THE WINNER sweetie, what’s your name?” I froze, I finally won I finally fucking won my dream.
“Maryn, Oh my God I won, WHOOOO!” I shouted, so happy I started jumping on the bed.
“Maryn, that sounds hot. Stay on the line and I will give you the instructions on how to claim your prize.” DJ Rod said and placed me on hold. He transferred me to another number and an intern gave me directions to the studio.