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Fortunata
by Lord Malinov
~~~
Carolyn slammed the door closed behind her.
"That's it," she said as she got in her car. "I don't care anymore.
It isn't my fault." She pushed the key into the ignition.
"Fucking shitwads!" she screamed as she pulled the lever into
reverse. The car lurched back, out of the driveway. Carolyn paused
in the road, took a deep breath, and let the car idle forward.
"It's not my fault."
Slowing to a stop, Carolyn's hands smacked at the steering wheel.
"I wouldn't, but she's pushed me into it. She can't treat me
that way. He shouldn't let her. She shouldn't be allowed." Carolyn
turned the wheel right and began to roll along the black asphalt
road. "Fucking napkins." Carolyn looked into the rearview mirror.
"Come in my house and call me trash. I don't need this." She
swerved abruptly into the left lane.
The descending sun disappeared behind the First Commonwealth Bank.
"They don't realize what I've given." Carolyn stopped for a
red light and flicked on her blinker. "It's not like I'm an orphan,
desperate for their fucking charity." Shifting slightly down the
vinyl seat, Carolyn looked into the mirror. Small black drips hung
from the corner of her eyes. "Shit," she said. "I'm through with
that charade." Carolyn reached into her purse. "So stupid!" She
gritted her teeth and dabbed at the runs of mascara. A horn sounded
from behind.
Turning left, Carolyn brought the sun directly into her eyes. She
reached for the shade and turned it downward, masking the harsh
light. Her heart began to pound, realizing at once the direction
she was headed. "Monica had better not be jerking me," she said.
Her stomach fluttered in anticipation and nervous fear. "But he
would come back and do this." She turned the car right. "He leaves
me to fend for myself, and that's all right. But I get . . . and
he's suddenly got to have me back." Carolyn slowed as red brake
lights in front of her gleamed. She stopped, waiting as a yellow
bulb blinked a steady beat. The car turned out of her way and
Carolyn pushed forward.
"It's always about him," she said sharply. The road descended into
an oak filled valley. Her nerve faltered, and she felt her arms
tingle. Carolyn wondered, her stomach clenched hard, suddenly
fearful of proceeding. The light changed green. She lowered her
shoulders slightly and pressed the accelerator. "I don't care," she
said, surrendering. "This is about me. I want this."
She remembered driving with Chris on a spring morning. The sun has
shone bright on that luxurious day. His hand had played along
her thigh as he drove, tickling her gently as they rolled down the
highway. She remembered sighing as a cool breeze from the open
window tossed back her hair and she could almost feel the brush of
his fingers before a tight squeeze had warmed her down deep. Even
then, she knew he would leave her. Even then, she knew she couldn't
care. One day, she believed, would be better than none.
Carolyn pulled into the parking lot. "Seven A," Monica had told her.
Pushing the lever left, Carolyn twisted the mirror. Taking a
tube of lipstick from her black purse, she carefully colored her lips
with faint pink. Her stomach trembled as she opened the door. Her
knees quivered slightly and Carolyn braced herself with a hand on the
roof of her automobile. Her heart throbbed mercilessly.
The apartment door stood open, revealing a dark room through the
screen. Carolyn peeked into the shadows.
"Come in," said a familiar voice. She opened the door and stepped
slowly inside. "Carolyn," he said. Dropping her purse, she ran to
embrace the shadowy figure.
"Oh, Chris," she said, and kissed her lover hard.
"I've missed you," he said, sitting down on the bed.
"Bastard," Carolyn said indignantly as she unbuttoned her silk
blouse. "You'll probably burn in hell for this." His eyes watched
her closely as she reached behind to unclasp her white lace
brassiere. "I can't believe I agreed to come, after what you've
done." Her breasts hung low, heavy as she pushed her skirt down.
"Why did you?" he asked, watching her panties descend.
"What choice did I have?" Carolyn replied, pushing Chris back onto
the bed. He kissed her full tit as it brushed past his lips. He
licked her belly-button as she rubbed herself forward. She lowered
her pussy onto his mouth. Chris swiped the moist slit with his
tongue, tasting the sour nectar. "Eat me, Chris," she said, pushing
her swollen clit into his smiling mouth.
He lapped at the sudden flow of warm lust, spreading her lips with
each damp stroke. Carolyn arched her back, tantalized by the tickles
exploding in her cunt. Chris squeezed her firm ass, pressing her
closer and twisted Carolyn over and onto her back. His furtive
tongue lashed at her wide-spread pink gash, teasing her wild, drawing
her higher. Fingers sank in her valleys, demanding wet yielding
surrenders to probing invasions, tickling her senses. Carolyn arched
her back hard and drenched his face as she let go.
Quiet blissful laments of a song, like some woman alone at a midnight
cafe, echoed in Carolyn's ears as she shuddered at his touch. Chris
pushed his cock inside her, spreading her hips wide and she struggled
to breathe as sensations rushed through her.
"Yes. Please. Inside me," she said as he groaned, stroking his long
prick deep in her quivering womb. His strong face reflected the
desire he felt, twisted, yearning, hungry and she blushed to look
into his fierce eyes and she held his flush cheeks in her grasping
hands and he pounded himself down into her embrace. Carolyn kissed
him in madness and abandon and wanting and shuddered with the
incessant thrust of his lust pressing deep inside.
"Let me suck you," she said as she took his stiff tool in both hands
and she kissed the wet tip and she pushed him down deep and the
throbs gushed wet as he moaned and clutched at her pale shoulder.
"There, there," she said as he lay beside her and Chris breathlessly
took her brown nipple between his lips and suckled Carolyn's
full breast, kneading the softness with a child's compassion,
drinking sensations until the fires inside him finally cooled.
Carolyn lay peaceful and watched as Chris began to dress. She
spread her legs slightly and he smiled, wantonly.
"The apartment is paid for. You can stay here, if you want."
"Oh," she said, touched by shame. Chris buttoned his shirt.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Go home. What choice do I have?"
"Can you stand it?" he asked, frowning in distaste.
"William's my husband," Carolyn said, getting off the bed to pick up
her panties. "He needs me."
Chris looked in the mirror and stepped into the bathroom. Returning,
he wiped at his cheek with a tissue.
"Will I see you again?" he asked. Carolyn buttoned her blouse.
"Do you want to?"
"Carolyn," he said devoutly. "Yes."
"Then what choice do I have?"
"None," he said smiling as he buckled his belt.
"None at all," she said softly.
Chris sat down on the bed and tied his shoes.
"Carolyn," he said.
"Yes?"
"If I asked you to go away with me right now, would you?"
Carolyn left the room and picked up her purse. She returned and sat
down beside him.
"I love you," he said, amused.
"Don't," she whimpered, trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I love you, Chris," she said.
He kissed her gently.
"Wednesday?"
Carolyn nodded, almost imperceptibly. Chris picked up his coat.
"Bye, kid," he said.
"Bye." The word caught in her throat.
Starting the car, she backed out of the narrow space. "It's just not
my fault," she said, pulling out into the road. The sunset spread
gold and orange against the deepening sky. The black asphalt rolled
by, mile after mile. Carolyn stared silently ahead.
"Milk," she said quietly. "I should probably pick up some milk for
dinner."
~~~
Malinov
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