Adelina touched her lips. “Self-mutilation was as sexy as many of the other things I used to do.”
Carlos ran his fingers through her wet hair. “Not very sexy I take it.” The burden of knowledge weighed upon his brow.
“It depends on your tastes,” Adelina stated stoically as she licked the tip of her fingers. “It’s all part of me now, so I accept my battle scars.”
“You didn’t need to hurt yourself,” Carlos whispered in her ear. “You suffered enough pain in your life.”
“Pain numbs pain.” Those words gently vibrated out of her mouth. “Besides, your grandma gave them to me for free. How could I pass up such a great freebie?”
Carlos’s calloused hands pleasantly glided across the teacher’s jaw. “I don’t care what anyone says. Pain is a crummy substitute for pleasure.” He remembered Analís in the springtime, their encounter and the misery of her departure. His undying lust for her was a torturous hell that followed him everywhere he went. This lust destroyed his hope for a better world and obliterated what was left of his faith in Christ. Adelina’s friendship was the only thing keeping him sane. He wanted to return the favor and after many near misses. He was finally ready to give her what she wanted. “You want to do it?”
“Me?” Adelina had been waiting for this day for years. Her reward had been so close, but it always seemed to elude her. Carlos was obviously still enamored with the other woman. That foolish bitch had no idea of the value of the treasure she threw away in favor of a man who didn’t respect himself. The manchild didn’t need that chick. Sadly, he desperately needed his mother’s love. Adelina could not give him that one thing. To her, he was just the sensitive, handsome and intelligent relative of a cruel man she once loved. He was her student. He was someone that she wasn’t sure she deserved. She had to deny him before it went too far as they both had done for months. “I’m too old for you.”
The young man took his wife's hand and placed it on his manhood. He guided her movements. Her moist lips quivered. “You’re not too old for this.” Carlos was not going to let it happen again. Guilt took away the one woman he thought he truly loved. He wanted his mentor to know that there was no shame in the act. She needed to believe in his… whatever it was he felt for her.
Adelina’s lust and self-doubt battled as if they were rams locked in mortal combat. “Why would you want to fuck a dry and frail old woman like me?” The elder doctor tried to dissuade her pupil in any way she could without actually giving him the impression that he was not wanted.
“You’re not frail. You’re intelligent, you make me laugh, and you teach me more that I am able to learn. Our values are similar, as are our interests, our hopes and our dreams.” Carlos reached for a bottle on the nightstand with this free hand. The label read “Olive Oil” but the contents actually consisted of hemp oil that he pressed himself. He opened the cap with his teeth and poured a portion of the lubricant directly onto his penis. He knew enough about the effects of menopause to know that he needed to help Adelina out in their endeavor. “Aren’t you as horny as I am?”
Adelina tried to distract the handsome gentleman by bringing up one of his memories. “What if Candi comes back? Wouldn’t it be awkward if she found out about us?”
“Candi’s not coming back” Carlos sensed Adelina’s muted discomfort at his statement and tried to salvage the mood. “She’s far too smart to come back here.” Adelina’s breath of relief calmed him. “That’s beside the point. I would’ve never fucked her, even if she were the last human being on the planet.” He playfully flicked her nose with his thumb. “Besides, it’s you who I want now.”
Carlos climbed over Adelina so he could get into position. She used another weapon in her arsenal before he could mount his pleasurable attack. “What about Analís?”
“I love her.” That name nauseated him. He didn’t want to think about it. “But, I need to get over her.” He spread his wife’s legs apart in search of an earthly paradise. “Now, it’s your turn to try the legendary Carlos cock and tell me your dark secrets.” Adelina laughed so hard, she nearly pissed on herself. Carlos needed to know and he needed Adelina to make an admission. “What did you see in Hernán?”
“He was an improvement over Smegma. He was a step up from someone who would drug a teenager for sex.”
Carlos felt his mood go down and his voice go up. “Hernán screwed both of his daughters sober. How is that an improvement?”
“Touché! I guess I have bad taste in men.”
Those words made Carlos snicker, “Thanks a lot!”
Adelina nodded her head approvingly. “My uncle disapproved of Smegma and Hernán because he viewed them both as stupid and worthless. I think he would’ve like approved of you.”
The student acted offended. “You mean the duck with the Chinese accent? Is that supposed to be an insult?”
Adelina blushed and tried to suppress a giggle. “He used to be a good judge of character and he always used to look out for me. He would’ve appreciated the fact that you’re a doctor.” She grew quiet and looked at the bed. “It’s too bad that he turned out to be a slice of shit like them.”
Carlos chirped, “I’m not a slice of shit.”
“You’re a little slice of heaven.” Adelina drew circles on the bed and looked deep into his eyes. “I sometimes can’t believe that you’re actually interested in me.”
The younger doctor took a deep breath and spoke gently, “The drugs damaged your body and it’s been very difficult for me to overlook that fact.” He closed his eyes and allowed healing remorse to enter his being. “It always has been.” A recollection of her shattered glass crack pipe invaded his brain. “Nevertheless, what’s inside of you is an incredibly wonderful thing and that’s what I find so desirable about you.” He slowly opened his eyes and locked his gaze in hers.
His last statement puzzled Adelina. “Do you mean my pussy?”
Carlos burst out into a contagious snorting cackle. “I’ve enjoyed playing with it so far,” Adelina became infected with the giggle-meme as he continued to speak, “but I was referring to your knowledge and your personality.”
The older woman blushed brightly. “I have such a dirty mind.”
Carlos stroked her cheek as he whispered, “And that’s another one of the many things that I appreciate about you,” just before he licked her face. “You are the real thing.” His friend whimpered with pleasure. The young man pressed his body against the older woman. He wiggled his tongue close to her mouth. She took the hint and rolled along. The stud in her mouth tickled him. They both felt his swelling. “I want to do it with you so badly.”
Adelina’s breath nearly escaped her, “Me too.” After years of starvation, her ravenous appetite would be sated. Her tears welled up as she opened herself up to him.
He licked the back of her teeth. “Make me forget her.”
“Yes.” The slow plunge caused Adelina to hum. He simply smiled.
Carlos didn’t want to savor the experience. He wanted to devour passion and fill the emptiness he felt. He was determined to move at the speed of his desire and feast upon the banquet of her body for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure if this pleasure would be forever or for the night, so was determined to get as much as he could get. The young man ogled at the many tattoos on his lover’s body. The mentor wrapped her legs around his hips and caught him in a kiss. Adelina and Carlos rolled around the bed with hyperventilated giggles and groping hands.
Her knowledge of positions and techniques along with his sensitivity and discipline made them a compatible pair. Their knowledge of anatomy and physiology and their genuine friendship made for a fiery and pleasurable amalgam of irrepressible lust and sustainable love. Sinners and saints, hedonists and celibates, foolish geniuses, imperfect perfectionists, polar opposites, yin and yang: They were all these things and more.
There was a balance between the husband and wife and the melding of two into a circle of darkness and illumination. They melded their
minds into collective one consciousness while retaining their individuality. This was enlightenment. This was the face of nothingness and everything. It just was.
Carlos screamed as he felt Adelina tighten and loosen her walls as he took her from behind. He pounded her insides with a constant and fierce rhythm akin to that of a locomotive. When he felt close to reaching his climax, he stopped a waited until he was able to regain control of his bodily functions. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. Adelina impatiently howled, “Don’t stop fucking me. Please keep fucking me. I want to cum so badly.”
He grinned maliciously and pulled out. She protested loudly until he flipped her over. He dined upon her once again. She grabbed him by the braided horns and screamed, “Yes,” repeatedly. When her back arched violently he licked his lips and re-entered her body.
Adelina forced her lover into a position in which they were both sitting as equals. He held onto her for dear life as she bounced up and down. “You’ve given me faith, hope and love.” She spoke in a thick silky voice that disguised her usual high-pitched squeal. Her words weren’t really addressed to Carlos, yet at the same time, they were. “My God…” They locked their lips and said no more.
Carlos pressed his chest against her breasts. He bounced her until could give her no more. They collapsed and trembled after a barrage of slightly uncoordinated yelps. They fell, exhausted, as they exchanged little pecks, giggles and sweet nothings. She whispered, “I love you so much.”
As the bliss gradually cleared out of his mind, he felt unnerved by her words. Adelina sensed his anxiety and reassured him. “I know that you’re in love with someone else, but one day, you will be able to move on and understand what we have.” She placidly closed her eyes and sighed, “I will wait for you.” She was too tired to say anything else.
Carlos smiled as he watched her enter into the peaceful world of sleep. She actually looked beautiful at that moment. Even her sulfur scent was pleasant. He almost swore that he heard Candi’s laughter in the distance.
The End
Another Chance
Derek walked into the bedroom of his suite and saw Nancy on the bed, naked and asleep. She was not covered. He walked to the bed and slapped her on the ass. She jumped. The slap wasn't hard enough to hurt, just wake her.
"Your husband will be here in an hour. We have time to do it one more time before you need to go."
She rolled onto her back, opened her arms and legs and welcomed him inside her. As they met and joined she asked, "Does he have a key?"
"Of course. A little danger makes the sex even better." She smiled. She had been in Derek's bed many times and always there was a risk. Her husband was Derek's business partner. The first time he had sex with her was two hours before their wedding. He was the best man. He offered her fifty thousand dollars cash for sex that day. She took it.
That was the last time he gave her money. That was three years before they met in the suite at the Ritz-Carlton in Laguna. She arrived at ten in the morning and her husband was due to arrive at three that afternoon. They both knew that her husband, Mark, was a punctual man. Derek had reinforced his punctuality by an event he staged just for Mark two years before. He had given Mark a key to his suite and a time to arrive. Mark was ten minutes early and when he opened the door Derek was cock deep in a black woman bent over in front of him in the middle of the suite. He finished fucking her and had her lick his cock clean before dismissing her and beginning their meeting. Mark had never been early again.
He lifted her legs and spread them wide, watching as his swollen cock slid in and out of her shaved pussy. She had started shaving when he told her he never ate hairy pussy. He slammed into her and she encouraged him with words and with grunts, groans, yelps and gasps of breath.
For a second he felt a stabbing pain followed by tightness in his chest. He almost let go of her ankles, then it was gone and promptly forgotten. She didn't notice anything. She was using her fingers on her clit so she could cum with him. She knew that neither man cared if she came. Sex was for their pleasure.
He bent to her chest and sucked her entire areola into his mouth. He loved sucking on her tits. She worried that one time he would leave a hickey and Mark would see it and kill her. So far he hadn't left one. He had left her tits sore and swollen, but no visible marks.
His mouth sucked hard on her tit as he shot his load into her. Suddenly his body went stiffer than his normal orgasm. He bit down on her tit and she hit him on the back and screamed, "No!"
He didn't stop. The pain in his chest blocked everything else out. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He bit down harder and blood spurted from her breast. She screamed and hit him many times. Then he collapsed on top of her.
Her legs were pinned under him and she tried to lift him as she cried and bled. He didn't move or respond. She realized he wasn't breathing. She grunted hard and shifted his two hundred dead weight pounds off her, just as his bowels released. She ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She scrubbed and got the bleeding to at least slow to a seeping rather than the flow it had been. She dressed and wiped as many of the places as she could remember touching. She knew that if the police wanted to identify her they could, but she hoped they wouldn't care that much. She had watched CSI often enough to know she left evidence behind.
She looked at her watch. Mark was due in eight minutes. She saw cash on the bedside table and she took all of it. Derek wouldn't miss it. She exited the suite and went quickly to the elevators. As she got in the elevator on the sixteenth floor her husband Mark got in an elevator in the lobby. They passed less than twenty feet apart seconds later. When the doors opened in the lobby Nancy Walker stepped out and glanced quickly around. She sighed when she saw no sign of Mark. She walked to the ladies room off the lobby and changed the bloody paper towel from inside her bra for a clean, dry one. The flow of blood had almost stopped.
Mark stood in the hall until exactly three o'clock. He knocked and waited another minute. He hated this part of the partnership. He knew Derek was fucking his wife and had known ever since the day after they were married. By before he met Derek he had never made over a hundred fifty thou in a year. Since they became partners Mark was making almost a million a year. He was counting the days until he could ace Derek out and let him take Nancy with him.
Until that day he couldn't afford to catch them in bed together. He slid the key through the lock and opened the door.
"Derek? It's three o'clock."
He stepped inside. Derek's suit coat was draped over the back of a chair. His shoes were by the chair. Mark called out again.
"Derek? Are you in bed?" The door to the bedroom was almost closed, but not quite. He didn't want to look. He needed two more weeks to make sure he could oust Derek.
He stood outside the door for two minutes then pushed it open. I saw Derek on his side on the bed. A foul smell hit him and he knew what it was. Derek was dead. He was nude. The bed had lots of blood on it as did Derek's face and behind Derek the pile of shit Derek had become.
Mark didn't touch anything. He went into the living room and used a napkin to hold the phone as he called 911. Ten minutes later the hotel security and the police were inside the suite. Half an hour after that the crime lab folk arrived and took his prints and printed the suite. He was allowed to leave.
Derek sat up in a room that was small by his usual standards. The room had two pieces of furniture, the bed and a chair. He was in the bed and a woman sat in the chair. She was slender, very short red hair and her body was covered in a body stocking. All the body stockings he'd ever seen had an open crotch, but not this one. He didn't notice that until she stood up. Then he also noticed she was over six feet tall and was not wearing shoes.
"Derek, do you know where you are?"
"No, and I don't know who you are or how I got here."
"I can be called Twenty-six. You are between and you got here by having a heart attack that ripped the muscles of your heart and filled your c
hest with blood."
"Is that supposed to be a nice way to tell me I'm dead?"
"It worked. As for being nice, you can make up your own mind."
"Ok. I'm dead and I'm between. What does that mean?"
"It means we examined your life and found you to be someone who doesn't have something they believe about what happens after you die. So, you come here to choose."
"I choose? Ok. I want you to back up the clock to two o'clock and fix my heart. Then I can go on with my life."
"Sorry. It doesn't work that way. On Earth you died three days ago. Mark has tossed Nancy out, the police are asking her lots of questions and Mark had taken over your company. The Palestinians have bombed eighty more people and three thousand babies have been born. We cannot back up the clock."
"She didn't kill me, did she?"
"No, your heart attack did."
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