With both hands, Bella clasped Charlene’s forearms as they lay on the table. “Honey, this is my fault. I asked him to come.”
Voices from outside, “Hey! Good one!” “Look at this, Uncle B!” “Oh yeah? I can . . .” The sunlight piercing her eyes through the open window. Heat from the oven. A siren in the distance. The sights, sensations and sounds of her surroundings assaulted Charlene’s senses as her brain scrambled to make sense of what Bella was trying to tell her.
Bella continued, quietly, calmly, “He doesn’t know you’re here. And he doesn’t know it yet, but he’s ready. You belong together, Charlene. I know it. You know it.”
Charlene continued to stare, open-mouthed. Finally, she spoke. ‘Oh, Bella, you don’t know ...”
“Charlene, I know it doesn’t matter. Whatever you’ve done, it doesn’t matter. He didn’t tell me what, but he was angry and upset for a while. Then, with a little help from a friend,” she grinned a crooked grin, “he came to realize that he doesn’t own you. You had every right to do as you pleased.”
Charlene couldn’t hold back the tears. The days and weeks of numbing pain poured from her now. “I love him so much, Bella. He does own me, body, heart and soul. All I want is him.” Looking up into Bella’s face she saw the dumbfounded stare as Bella looked down into the back porch. Charlene turned. She gasped. There, looking up at her Baptiste stood, glossy-eyed. Under his eyes were dark circles, but a slow smile began to light up his face, gradually growing, until he beamed.
“You do? Oh, Charlene,” he said as he walked up the steps into the kitchen, never taking his eyes from her. “Do you forgive me? I’ve been so wrong.” Reaching the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around her, breathing heavily into her hair. “All I want is you. Always. Forever. You and the family we’ll have. To open myself to you. To give myself to you. Until we’re old and gray.”
She looked up into his eyes. Eyes that bored into hers with a radiant glow.
“Charlene, will you marry me?” he murmured.
And she said the words she’d longed to say for so very long. “Yes, Baptiste. I will.”
THE END
Runaway Thirst
CHAPTER 1
What had happened to Jennifer? Her parents, her sisters, and her friends couldn’t put their finger on exactly when it had happened, but it most surely had.
She had been born and raised in a little Midwest prairie town surrounded by some of the best farmland in America. Not to say they were rich. They weren’t. Jennifer’s father was the town butcher; a big, rosy-faced, smiling man who loved to joke and tease his customers, and they included nearly everyone in that small town. Aside from the A & A, his was the only place to buy meat. It was a town where everyone knew one another. Jennifer’s mother was a stay-at-home mom; the kind of mom who bakes and cooks and sews, keeps the family home ship-shape, and has dedicated her life to her family. The family was very involved with the Evangelical Protestant Church, and along with attending services each Sunday, their social lives were busy with other members at a variety of activities: bowling, dances, socials and charity events.
The family was a close one, Jennifer being the middle child. She, Megan and Emily were each two years apart in age, and the pride and joy of both their parents and grand-parents who also lived in that small town. All three girls had reddish-blond curls, big blue eyes and a smattering of freckles sprinkled across their upturned noses. Jennifer, especially, was an outgoing little girl, playful and always on the go; the kind of kid people are drawn to. She did well in school throughout her younger years, right up through University. Athletic and competitive, she excelled in sports. An over-achiever, if anything. In short, Jennifer was the kind of kid every parent dreams of. And then she wasn’t.
It must have been sometime during the summer of her last year in University. The only thing that those who loved her could piece together were a few observations that they barely noticed at the time. After all, she had only been home from University the odd week-end. When they thought about it they agreed that she had become more secretive, busier and somewhat withdrawn that semester. She did obtain her degree, but they’d all thought that she would pursue a career in Journalism. She had been so talented! Instead, she’d come back to work at the local A & A grocery store. She dyed her hair black, and took to wearing dark black eye-liner and heavy make-up. A kind of a Goth look. But it wasn’t only her appearance that had changed. She seemed unhappy with small-town life, but unwilling to move. No longer was she outgoing or friendly. With those close to her she tended to surliness, or just to clam up. Most of her free time she spent either in her room doing god-knows-what or she was away and no one knew where.
“Was it a phase?” they asked one another. “Had something happened? Would they ever get the old Jennifer back?”
JENNIFER CROUCHES, sobbing, in the corner. From the window harsh, bright sunlight pours into the room, revealing the silhouette of her tormenter. She covers her ears with her hands, and squelches her eyes shut to ward off the blaring light. Kicking frantically at the bed-covers that were balled around her legs,
Jennifer woke up. She was covered in sweat, shaking.
UNTIL RECENTLY, HER life had really been very small, Jennifer, felt. She was born and raised in a little Midwest town in Kansas, about an hour away from the nearest major city. It was the kind of place where everyone knew your business. And she had led the stereotypical small town life. All the available men in the town were boring, and she had grown up with them, so excitement was sorely lacking. Jennifer longed for a romance like she had read about in books or like she’d seen in movies.
She met Kyle in her mid-twenties. He was from a neighboring town and they met at a local bar through mutual friends. The connection was electric. On their first date, he picked her up in his arms, lifting her a foot from the ground, and kissed her passionately on their way to the car.
That night he drove her to the city for nighttime sightseeing. The hot July night was perfect as they held hands and walked around, looking at all the lights, the flashing signs, the buildings, all the bustling activity, Passion reignited as he kissed her again. Jennifer knew she wanted him that night. Not looking for anything serious, she saw no reason to wait. So when he drove her to a secluded road in the country, they were screwing in the back seat within minutes. The sexual energy between them was so hot that as they were getting dressed and talking outside the car, they started to make-out again. He turned her to face the car and placed her hands on top of it as if she were under arrest. He pulled her pants down and thrust his erect penis inside her. As he was humping her wildly, he grabbed her wrists firmly. The repeat fucking stung a bit, but in a good way, followed by the warm, hot sensation of mutual cum running down her legs.
He held her hard as he came and whispered “I want to fuck you all night” which made it even hotter.
Kyle drove Jennifer home to her apartment, and she invited him to stay. She couldn’t believe that she was ready to fuck him a third time! It was as if a switch was flipped on and she couldn’t get enough. Due to the hot summer night and their escapades, it was time for a shower. Jennifer locked the door and started stripping off clothes as she headed for the bathroom. Kyle followed in kind and met her in the shower. Slowly, seductively, they washed each other as they made out. He dried her with the towel before he dried himself, slowly circling her shoulders, her breasts, waist, hips, vagina, legs . . . Jennifer guided him to the edge of the bed where, kneeling before him, she went down on him. This dick was absolutely irresistible! She licked him up and down until he was rock hard and then she sucked him off. He was so excited that he came in her mouth within minutes. Picking her up, he threw her on the bed. Stretched out in the middle of the bed, he licked and sucked her clit with vigor. As Jennifer came, she grabbed his head and forced it deep into her. She let out a load moan before passing out. He curled up as he collapsed into sleep with her. Jennifer awoke to his erect penis against her as they spooned. She reached around to grab his
ass in encouragement. He was inside of her pushing against the tension she was creating by bracing the headboard. This orgasm was twice as long as the others, and she sighed at the onset.
Their hot sexual exploits continued to fuel the budding romance. They screwed both in public and in secluded places all over town. It wasn’t long before they were engaged. And a year later they were married, a typical small-town wedding in a country hall, filled with guests and good cheer.
But shortly after that, things cooled down. The hot spontaneous sex had turned boring and predictable. Jennifer couldn’t help feeling she was the victim of a “bait and switch”. This exciting man was now like all of the other boring country boys she had grown up with and abhorred. Her attempts at spicing things up were met with insults and ridicule. Kyle made Jennifer feel like a whore for wanting to fix their sex life.
For four years she tried her best to play the role of boring housewife, but she had yearnings that remained unfulfilled.
She had tried to talk about her concerns with her husband many times over the years. Hell, she threatened to leave at least once a year and he would make a brief attempt to keep her happy only to slip right back into the normal pattern. It was clear. Kyle was simple. He loved his basic life and the fact that every day was the same. Jennifer’s regard for her life grew from complacency to aversion. Not only was she unhappy at home, she found no fulfillment through her working life. Having completed her Journalism degree, her prospects locally were meek. She ended up taking a menial factory job.
The final insult came a few months after their fourth wedding anniversary. Jennifer was sent home early from her factory job due to emergency maintenance. She could hear that someone was in the house. “How odd,” she thought. So she grabbed her revolver and headed up the stairs quietly. As she got closer it became clear that this was no intruder. What she walked into was the door wide open, music blaring and her husband nose-diving the crotch of Lana, their married insurance agent. Jennifer stopped for a minute to decide what to do.
“That fucking asshole barely touches me anymore. I should fuck him up. I could make myself known by creating a scene. Chase that bitch out of her house and tell her husband.” She thought to herself. She decided instead that it wasn’t worth it. Snapping a few photos with her I-phone for future use, she turned, tip-toed down the stairs and left quietly.
JENNIFER CAN HEAR THE rain ruthlessly pounding on the windows. The carpet beneath her was tough and scratchy. “There you go again! Sneaking around! Have you no backbone? Nobody likes a sneaky little sissy. . . Okay, come here”. Jennifer could feel the warm hands stroking her back, her neck, her bottom, holding her close . . .
Gritting her teeth, forward facing Jennifer drove away.
That evening, Jennifer returned at her usual time to an empty house. It was as if nothing had happened. She grabbed her phone and called her cheating bastard husband.
“Kyle, I’m off to stay with my sister, Emily. She’s recovering from surgery and needs my help”.
Her message was abrupt. Quickly packing a bag, she left, slamming the door behind her. Jennifer’s loyal younger sister Emily had never liked Kyle, and was happy to help deceive him, offering Jennifer her couch for as long as she needed. Jennifer feverishly applied for every journalism job she could find.
Chapter 2
After a few days of job hunting, Jennifer flew out to interview and was hired on the spot for a decent paying junior editor job at an up and coming music magazine in Las Vegas, NV. With two weeks to relocate, she had to act fast. She immediately set out to interview prospective roommates. As soon as she met Christie, she knew she was in the right place. With two master suites on opposite ends, this apartment was perfect. And she got along so well with her new roommate that it was as if they had been lifelong friends.
THE SMELL OF APPLE pie with cinnamon wafted through the sultry air. But the voice was callous and cruel. “Friends?! Jennifer, do you think she’s your real friend? She doesn’t know you. Nobody knows you like I do . . .”
No! That was over and gone. Jennifer was bent on putting the past behind her.
With mere days to prep, Jennifer had to act fast. She sent pictures of her husband and Lana to Lana’s husband. She served Kyle with his own copies along with divorce papers, which he signed without hesitation. Jennifer delivered the papers to the clerk to finalize her divorce, packed her things into the car, thanked Emily, said her goodbyes and drove toward her new home. According to the GPS, it would take about 20 hours of drive time to arrive in Las Vegas. She planned to stop two nights. The first stop was in Liberal, Kansas. Nothing too remarkable, but she slept well and got off to an early start.
Her next overnight stop was in Gallup, NM. As she pulled up to the motel, she noted a handsome man in a black t-shirt and jeans unpacking a duffle bag. He noticed her ogling him and smiled on his way in to check in. She was not far behind, so she overheard that he was a staff sergeant in the Air force on his way from his hometown to Kirtland Air Force Base. As he passed by her the newly single Jennifer seductively said, “Good Evening Sgt. Handsome”. He blushed and walked away, looking back repeatedly with a big smile. She couldn’t believe her bold outburst. “Barely single and already on patrol”, she thought to herself as she trekked to her room.
The shower was invigorating. Jennifer dressed and went to find the nearest food place. It was a bar and grill. Not surprisingly, the military hottie was there. He insisted she join him.
“Hi, my name is Jason. And you are?” he offered as he rose to kiss her hand.
She responded “Nice to meet you Jason. I am Jennifer.” They shared dinner followed by many strong shots.
Soon they were shooting pool. With a decent buzz on, the game turned seductive rapidly. They were in a back room alone so a little risky behavior was definitely in order. Jennifer was wearing a miniskirt and when she sat on the edge of the pool table with her legs spread, Jason placed himself between her legs. She could feel his rock-hard cock against her silky panties as he rubbed it against her. He kissed her so deeply she was caught in a daze. Pushing aside her red panties with his fingers, he began to rotate them until the bud of her clit was erect. Jennifer looked back briefly to assure their privacy as she unfastened his pants in a frenzy and took his cock inside her. He fucked her as he held his hand firmly over her mouth. The room spun as she climaxed. Mid-game they left for the hotel. She kissed him goodnight and headed off to bed, ignoring his request for her number. This night had been perfect. The adventure had begun.
Jennifer woke up refreshed and excited to complete her trip home. The next eight hours were the best. Her anticipation overrode a potential hangover, and the boring flat part of her trip was behind her. She stopped in Flagstaff for lunch and gas and flirted with the clerk shamelessly. It felt good to be liberated.
JENNIFER COULD STILL see the windshield wipers swinging back-and-forth-back-and-forth. The sky was dark and ominous. “You think you can be free? You think you can make it on your own? You have no idea! Without me you’re nothing. I’ve always protected you. I’m the one who makes you look good.” Then the hands, warm, intimate, caressing, rubbing . . .
“No more!” Jennifer drove, determined to focus on her new life.
Jennifer was early, and arrived in Las Vegas around 5pm. It was a Saturday, and Christie had arranged a surprise welcome party for 6pm. Jennifer was thankful for the extra hour to shower and primp. They lived in a posh, gated, singles-only complex, and the clubhouse was packed with eligible men, all eager to celebrate her arrival. She was handed shots of every color imaginable, and danced for hours before flopping down on a chair.
It was in that moment that Jennifer was tempted. She spotted him staring at her from across the room. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a long, lean build, he stood out amongst the men.
“He is a personal trainer to the stars. Looks like a Greek God, doesn’t he?” her friend whispered. Jennifer motioned to Christie to walk away to the bar as he approached the table. H
e introduced himself as Boyd. At this point she was too buzzed to dance, so she invited him to sit with her. A magnetic energy aroused her curiosity. It was a small bar table and he was sitting across from her rubbing her thighs.
“First night as a Vegas resident should be celebrated with a good bang. Don’t you agree?” she whispered in his ear as she took his hand and led him to the bathroom stall where she straddled him and rode him like she was running a race. As she came, she kissed him hard. Then she pulled her panties up and walked off.
“Mission accomplished!” she screamed at Christie as she gave her a high five and took the stage to grab the mic. “Hey everybody, Jennifer broke her Vegas Cherry!” she exclaimed. Suddenly, the whole room was cheering. Jennifer was on cloud nine.
Chapter 3
Jennifer had never really let loose before leaving her hometown. Even in college she had been a good girl show who stuck to the books. Married a chunk of her twenties, she had missed out on so much. Now in a new city, she felt open to explore. Unlike the small town where she had lived all her life, Las Vegas was a big city where no one knew her. She could be anyone...the thought stirred up a deep longing. So when her roommate Christie mentioned meeting guys through a popular dating site, she decided that she would give it a try.
Many of the ads were either pathetic or offensive. Neither intrigued Jennifer. She wanted a man who behaved like a gentleman in public and was an animal in bed. After some apprehension, she added a few photos to her profile. Nervous but excited she logged off to get ready for bed. As was her ritual, she disrobed and stepped into the luxurious dual head shower of her master suite. Complete with a bench and sauna capability, it was well worth her lofty rent. This shower was “to die for”. As the hot water rained down upon her body, she fantasized about one of the men she had seen while browsing. “Josh108 is a tall, muscular man with dark hair and an incredible tan”. She let her imagination run wild.
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