Bitter Cuts

by Serena L'Amour

  “Sounds like he was a special guy,” said George.

  “He was … he is,” she replied. “He never once looked at another girl when we were together. Just one of the dearest men. He proposed to me on prom night.”

  “Why didn't you take him up on it,” asked George.

  “Like I said, I'm a free spirit. He would have made a wonderful husband and a great dad to the kids we would've had. But I know myself better than anyone else. He was one of those that was so good, I had to let him go. I knew if I didn't, I'd end up breaking his heart, and he would have stuck with me through it all, too. I couldn't bear to see the light in his eyes die out and fade away. I would have ended up ruining a really good man, and although I thought about staying with him, I knew it would be selfish to do so. When he proposed that night, on bended knee, of course, I told him I'd think about it, and we should just have a good time.”

  Olivia took a sip of wine before she continued. “Prom ended, we went to a small motel, and made love. And it wasn't just high school fucking, we really connected, like everything we'd felt for one another for all those years was expressed through our bodies that night. I woke up before him, wrote him a note trying to explain who I was and how I felt, and left the ring on the night stand. He was crushed, naturally, that's something that can't be avoided. I tried to remain his friend through the rest of our senior year, but I think he buried his feelings for me deep inside, and I really can't blame him either.

  “Must have been hard for you as well,” said George.

  “Very much so,” replied Olivia. “It's difficult to tell someone how much you really love them when you've just ripped their soul apart. I could only hope in time he'd understand, and that he'd find someone who'd take him as he was, and for everything wonderful that he is. So, as I was ostracized by most of our friends, I decided to spend my free time working and saving up to come out here. ”

  “Cruel to be kind, I guess?”

  “But the cruel part is the hardest to live with. Zack ended up doing pretty well. I get the news from the few friends that've kept in touch with me out here. He started dating one of my best friends shortly after I left, Susan Frankel. I suspect they actually started dating before that, but to both their credit, they kept it pretty low key until I was gone. They're engaged to be married in the spring of next year.”

  “You're not even a little hurt?

  “Just a small part of me, but it's the part that knows it would have been wrong to keep him. Zack and Susan are a really great match, too, in fact, I still keep in touch with Susan from time to time. They're both content to stay where they are and never leave. And there's nothing wrong with that, either. It's just not who I am.”

  Olivia and George began to talk about the salon and the goings-on within. She spoke of the schemes and kickbacks Theodore and Alexis had cooked up, such as selling product and pocketing the money for themselves, and gave suggestions about how Bitter Cuts could be better run, both from a styling and management perspective. “How did you … a military hero … ever end up in this business?” she asked George.

  “Like I said, the twins were set on coming out here. Theo, well, he was always annoying, but he did know his stuff about fashion and style, and Alexis had a head for business. They asked my parents for the start up money for the salon, but when they refused, thinking it would be throwing good money out to bad, they contacted me at college. I figured the two of them could make something as crazy as a beauty shop in California work, so I agreed to sign on as a silent partner.”

  “Looks like your folks might have been right about those two.”

  “Well, it's parents that always know best,” replied George.

  The meal and the evening containing it came to an end all too quickly. It was about eleven when George drove Olivia back to the salon to get her car. “You know, I looked over more than just financial records today,” said George. “I saw you've got tomorrow off,”

  “And what are you insinuating?” asked Olivia.

  “Would you like to come back to my place tonight?”

  “Get the fat girl a slab of veal, and she'll put out … is that it?” said Olivia.

  “No, it's not … that's not …,”

  “Oh, so you don't think of me at all that way?”

  “Yeah, I do, I mean … I …,” he struggled.

  “So then, you want to sexually harass your employees?”

  George stopped for a minute to collect himself. “Is there anything I can say that wouldn't dig a larger hole?”

  “Doubtful,” she said, laughing at his reply. She was more than a bit flattered, as this was the first time she'd seen George at a loss for words. “Here's the truth: Remember how I told you I was taking continuing education? I finished my courses last month, and my cosmetology boards are in the morning.”

  “You liked watching me squirm a bit, didn't you?”

  “Makes us even for your stalking, I'd say,” she replied, as she approached George and kissed him softly on the lips at first, then went in for a deep French kiss, which seemed to last for hours. She pulled away from him and walked towards her vehicle. “Have faith, sailor boy,” she said. “Your ship just might come in before you know it.”

  “This has been the best evening I've had in a good while, Olivia,” said George, walking towards her.

  “It's been a long time coming for me, too,” she replied, kissing him again. “But I've really got to get some sleep.” Olivia entered her car and rolled down the window to say goodbye for the night.

  “Good luck on your boards, you know I'll wait for you, ” said George, leaning into the window for a final kiss.

  Olivia returned his embrace. “You know if I didn't have them, I'd be in your bed right now.” Olivia and George ended their kiss, and he backed away from the car, watching her drive off into the darkness before entering his own vehicle and heading back home.

  * * * * *

  Olivia walked out of the local community college grinning from ear to ear. She'd passed her boards with flying colors, and had one of the highest scores the program had seen in years. How could this day get any better, she asked herself. She received her answer almost immediately, as she looked up and saw George before her, leaning against his car, holding a dozen roses in his hands. She looked down and smiled, then ran into his arms.

  “You might have wasted your money on these,” she said, taking the flowers from him.

  “I had faith you'd do well,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek.

  “I didn't … I was a total wreck this morning. I'm kind of glad you didn't see me in that state,” she said.

  “Kind of glad?” he asked.

  “Part of me, a big part, wanted nothing more than to wake up beside you,” replied Olivia.

  “I know that feeling very well,” he said. “Feel up for a victory lunch?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good. But let's go somewhere that's a little quieter than Paolo's, okay?”

  “I was thinking something a little more private myself,” he replied.

  “I can tell,” she smiled.

  “Would you like to see my place? We could find something to munch on there.”

  “Mm-hmm, I'm quite sure we can,” replied Olivia, kissing George deeply. “I think that'll work just fine for me.”

  George and Olivia went to his condo. “Very posh,” she said, running her fingers along the leather couch before reclining into one of the arms. “It's so soft, too! How'd you get a place like this together in such a short time?”

  “I had Theo start looking for something when I got my orders to come home.”

  “Well, you've got to give it to those queens. They can be bitchy, but they sure know what they're doing when it comes to style.”

  “Theo's actually a pretty good guy at heart. He just tends to hang on Alexis' word a little too much. He always has, but he's pretty cool when they're not together.”

  “I find that a little hard to believe,” she replied.

  “If y
ou get to know him apart from our sister, you might actually like him.”

  “Maybe one of these days,” said Olivia. “But let's not talk about them today. What have to got for lunch?” she asked, walking into the kitchen.

  “Mostly leftovers,” he replied. “I just don't get much time to stock up the refrigerator.”

  “It does look pretty sad around here,” she said, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his torso.

  George turned himself around. “I did promise you lunch, though. I guess we'll have to eat out.”

  Olivia pulled George closer into her. “I guess we'll have to do just that,” she said, walking back to the sofa, sitting on it seductively and crossing her legs. “But … we can do that right here, can't we?”

  George left the kitchen and sat down beside Olivia. “You think we're ready for this?” he asked. “I mean, I don't want either of us to feel like I'm taking advantage of an employee.”

  “George, I don't feel like that, and I don't want you to think this is about getting ahead at the salon or anything. What happens here stays here. As far as Bitter Cuts goes, it's my opinion you need to make some major changes. That's your business, though, and those are your decisions to make.” Olivia kissed George softly on the cheeks, and then on his lips. As far as we're concerned, right here and now, I know I'm ready,” she replied. “More than ready. I haven't been with a guy since leaving home.”

  “And I haven't been with anyone since shipping out for the war,” he replied. “So where do we go from here?”

  “We go … over here,” she replied, kissing him softly on the lips. “And then venture over … here,” moving her mouth down to his neck. “And finally … here,” she said again, grabbing his stiffening cock and stroking it gently through his slacks. George and Olivia began kissing deeply, and slid down into the couch. He moved on top of her. Olivia grabbed his hair in her hands as they two continued making out passionately, fondling one another through their clothing. George rubbed her breasts together and teased her nipples through her blouse as she spread her thick, creamy thighs apart and caressed the side his leg with her own. George rolled over and let Olivia get on top of him, where she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him on each increasing area of skin until his shirt was completely opened. Olivia teased his nipples with her tongue before surrounding them with her soft, full lips and sucked on them. George moaned in pleasure as she worked her oral magic around his chest, and he squeezed her voluptuous ass as she grinded on top of him. “Think you're ready for me?” she asked, feeling his hard shaft, already knowing the answer.

  She got up from him and took his hand, as he led her back to the bedroom. George sat on the bed as Olivia lightly straddled him and removed her blouse, to reveal the black lace bra which held her massive, soft breasts. George cupped them and began to kiss the tops of her tits as Olivia brought him in closer. He grabbed her skirt and pulled it down to the floor, and in moments he was face to face with her matching panties. He looked up and her, and she smiled, running her fingers through his hair in anticipation of activities to come. George stood up from the bed and kissed Olivia deeply, then sat her down on the edge, teasing her thighs with his tongue before slowly removing the lace from her hips. He kissed and sucked all around the tops of her legs, as she leaned back and spread them, ready for him to unleash his love on her.

  George ran the tip of his tongue along the crease near her soft, wet pussy, and then grazed her gently with his tongue before he started to move around in circles inside her. Olivia grabbed her tits, squeezed her nipples and arched her back as George continued to go down on her. George put two fingers inside of her, felling her silky juices flow down into his palm as he worked her G-spot. Olivia moaned softly at first, and then a bit louder as George flicked her clit with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Olivia groaned in pleasure as she grabbed the back of George's hair and moved him up and down as she was beginning to come. George licked and circled his tongue faster and faster, tasting her wetness and her sweat that was dripping down onto his face, going with Olivia's cues as she thrust her hips and ass into him harder and harder until she exploded into orgasm with loud moan. She pushed George's face into her as she squeezed her thighs tightly around his face and moved him slowly up and down, shaking and twitching until she'd ridden the final wave of her climax and collapsed breathlessly on the bed.

  George held her closely and continued to kiss along her neck and the side of her torso, all the way down to her full hips. Olivia didn't stay at rest for long, as she jumped up from her reclined position and threw George on his back. She moved down toward his rock hard prick and teased the head with little licks all around before taking his head into her soft, wet mouth. George threw his head back in pleasure, wanting Olivia to go further down, but she kept taunting him, as she looked back and took her time with his cock. She straddled his torso and enveloped his prick with her huge breasts, pushing them together and moving up and down, giving his cock little sucks when they reached her mouth. She finally took his cock into her mouth and went all the way down, playing with his balls as he continued to moan and started to finger her pussy, still wet, engorged with arousal. Olivia moaned and hummed around his cock as she anticipated George being inside of her. She worked her mouth faster and faster, up and down his shaft until she had to have him. Olivia took George's shaft out of her mouth and inched herself downward a bit, lifting herself up and moving herself over his cock. She worked George inside her sweet, wet pussy, and slowly lowered herself all the way down until he was balls deep inside of her. She squated over him for a minute, playing with his balls and rubbing her clit, before working her hips seductively and bringing his dick in and out of her slowly.

  Olivia looked back at George and bit her lower lip, as George squeezed her soft round ass. She licked her finger and brought it behind her, gently inserting it into her most private of areas, letting him know exactly what she wanted him to do. He sucked on his finger as well, making it well lubricated before teasing her asshole with it, then he pushed it slowly inside her. Olivia threw her head back as she felt George's finger inside her, and rose herself up to ride him, thrusting her hips faster and faster, giving George what he could only dream of in the deserts of the Middle East. She leaned back and sat herself on her hands, continuing to move her pussy up and down George's shaft. George grabbed her mounds of flesh and squeezed them as salty sweat from Olivia's back rained on George's chest.

  George lifted Olivia off his cock and turned her around, laying her down by his side and kissed her deeply. He got on top of her and pinned her to the bed by her wrists as he positioned himself between her legs. With a long, hard and wet kiss, he entered her, and he could feel her mouth tighten up and loosen as he pushed himself completely inside. Olivia moaned as she moved her mouth away from his and moved her hands to his chest in order to pinch his nipples. George continued to fuck Olivia faster and faster, and through the lovemaking, he lifted her legs more into the air and finally place her ankles on his shoulder blades. Olivia worked her clit in circles, bringing herself to climax again as George fucked her harder and faster, approaching his own orgasm. He thrust his cock deep inside her as the two moaned in synchronus pleasure, harder and faster, in and out as Olivia tightened her pussy to draw George's come from him. With several more deep drives, and a few more moans, the couple shivered and burst forth in simultaneous climax. George slowly moved his cock in and out of Olivia until all his come had been drained, and the two slipped into a semi-coma of pleasureness, spooning one another on the soft bed, falling asleep quickly.

  George's cell phone rang loudly, jolting him out of bed. It was about three in the afternoon, and George fumbled around for his phone.

  “George Bitter here,” he said. “No, Alexis, I will be there today,” he said, continued the conversation. Olivia, just starting to wake up, only heard one part of the conversation. “I know you say you can run it just fine, but I don't trust you with the shop, not even for a day. No,
it's got nothing to do with that, it's that you've been stealing from me. I know because I know, that's how. You can expect me in an hour.” George closed up the phone and threw it on his crumpled clothing on the ground.

  “Something wrong at the salon?” asked Olivia, startling George a bit.

  “That woman always tries to get a mile from an inch,” he replied. “Fuck her. I think I scared her enough that she'll be okay at least through the rest of the day.”

  “If you need to go in, by all means, go,” replied Olivia. “I'm not that crazy, clingy type of girl … you don't have to stay here and cuddle me all day.”

  “I really should check things out down there,” he said.

  “Then do it. You've been in the dark for too long. Take care of what you need to.”

  “You want a ride back to the college?”

  “I'd like to just hang out around here for a bit if you don't mind. Kind of check the place out.”

  “And why should I trust you?” asked George, with a smile.

  “Because … although I just fucked your brains out,” replied Olivia, laughing. She rose from the bed and kissed George softly. “I think you know I'm the only girl in L.A. who wouldn't fuck you over.”

  “I do believe you are,” said George. “Well, make yourself at home, then. I'll be back around seven or eight. You want to catch dinner then?”

  “I'll be dressed and ready for Paolo's,” she replied. “I think it'll be nice to see the look on his face when he picks up on the two of us.”

  George smiled. “It's like he's got a sixth sense about love, isnt' it?”

  “Yeah, he really does,” she said. “Get out of here, go do what you need to. I'll see you back here tonight.”

  “Alright,” he told Olivia before kissing her. “I'll see you soon.”

  “You better, or I'll hunt you down like a dog,” she replied, blowing him a kiss as he walked out the door.