Sweet Carolyn

Ever since I can remember, I've been more or less a loner. Valkyrie (Val) Arneson, little sister of Thor (though he goes by Keith). My parents were second generation pure blooded Swedes, a little too into Mythology, and I looked every bit of my name.

6'2" by the end of high school. Long blond hair in a single braid down to my ass crack. Square jawed, blue eyed, and full lipped. I thought my boobs were in the way more than I'd like. And I never bothered to start shaving anywhere. I've been told that as a package I am both sexy and intimidating, but I'm going to go with intimidating for the win.

Keith is three years older than me. At 17, he bought a beat up old Dodge Challenger, he wanted to build into a street rod. I started helping and soon was working on other people's cars. Went through a certification program after high school, and landed a job as a line mechanic at a local Cadillac Dealership.

The service manager hated me. Gave me every shit job that came in the door. I was trying this online dating ap, but hadn't manage more than a couple bites, and no return customers. I didn't take anybody's shit, and I guess most guys were put off by that.

It was 5 minutes from closing time, and she was there to pick up her car. She just wanted one last test drive to make sure we'd gotten it right. I'd worked on the car, so the service manager was delighted to send me. As for her, I knew the type. You didn't grow up in Appleton, without seeing them around. The trophy wife.

Bottle blonde with dark eyebrows. Plumped up lips. Big fake boobs. Designer threads, oversized handbag that probably cost more than my car. Impossibly high heels. Main-pedi that must have set her husband back a pretty penny.

They had a beach house in Malibu. They had season tickets to the Pistons. She knew almost the whole team on a first name basis, wink wink. She pulled into a cheap hotel parking lot. Pulled me out the passenger door and into the room. She'd already gotten a room and a key. Shit.

She pulled off my dread sack and coveralls. I kicked off my steely sneaks. Even in her fuck me pumps she was still a good foot shorter than me it seemed. She pulled off my bra and panties, surprised a bit at all the hair, but that wasn't going to slow her down.

She stripped and pulled me on top of her on the bed, kissing me, just never on the mouth, and with a manic energy that left me confused. For the next three hours she had me do things to her. Some of which took me years to figure out, after the incident.

But this wasn't about me. She shouted a steady stream of obscenities, encouragements and coaching instructions, and I just kept connecting the dots until she'd blush and cum and we'd move on to the next activity. It was a sexual scavenger hunt, it was the first full Brazilian wax job I'd ever seen. Last too, come to think of it.

Eventually, she'd gotten what she came for. She gave me her contact info, pulled on her dress and heels, shoving the rest in the bag and was out the door. I looked at my phone. Martina... Martina Voight.

"I'm Val by the way." I said to the closed door as her car had already pulled away. My first all the way sex experience was drawing to a close. Magic. Just like they promised. Alone in the cheap hotel bed I masturbated through a few of my own orgasms. What the hell, the room was paid for. I got dressed and called an uber to take me back to the dealership.

I called the number a few days later and what must have been her husband picked up. I asked about her and he said that Martina was taking some time to address some mental health issues, and it wouldn't be helpful to try to contact her while she was in residence. Then he hung up.

A few days after that, curiosity got the better of me and I dialed the number again. Not in service.

It was a three by five card on the service bulletin board. "Garage For Sale." In a somewhat spidery hand. The phone number was Nebraska, the address Elwood. South Central was my guess. I made the call.

It was quintessentially small-town America on display. Farber met me at the garage. He had started the business working on cars and farm equipment. A little over 650 souls called Elwood home, there wasn't much need for more than one car repair place, but Farber had a good reputation and business came in from around the region.

He'd started wrenching in Nam in the base motor pools. Squirreled enough away to build the garage when he got home. Two bays, an office and a decent sized store room. Apartment, tiny but adequate out back. Everything neat as a pin. I signed on with the understanding that he'd stay a year. He had bought a little condo in Florida and was itching to retire there once the year was up.

She worked the counter at the diner where I caught breakfast most mornings. Cute place right out of the fifties. Stainless. Booths, a good family value for your dollar. She was attractive. A feminine package with just a bit of a butch vibe. On the tall side, but not a giant like me.

We hit it off right away, and she would always make sure that she was the one to wait on me. There were around 5 kids, aged 17 and down to maybe 8 constantly in circulation. The older girl waited tables when they'd get busy, but Carolyn made sure she'd take care of me when I'd come in.

"Those your kids?" I asked. She was in her early thirties, maybe a few years older than me.

"Nieces and Nephews, that there's my older brother, Jimmy." She pointed with her thumb back toward the kitchen. The cook waved his spatula hello, to me.

"Order up!" The younger waitress swooped in and grabbed the plate and coffee cup off the order window counter.

I noticed a silver ring on the index finger of Carolyn's left hand. Sometimes when she talked she played with it, twisting it on her finger.

"So, you're not married? I'm Val by the way. Bought old man Farber's garage." I smiled.

"Oh. Goodness no! Who has time for that. I help Jimmy out here and with the kids, since..." Carolyn kind of trailed off.

"Seems like there's a bit of a story there." I commented.

She suddenly looked me dead in the eyes. "There is. But it's not for here. You want to get a drink with me after work?" She said. There was a certain gravity to her words. She twirled the ring harder.

"You asking me out?" I grinned.

"Well, I guess? Okay? Yeah..." She grimaced.

It was the first time I'd actually been asked out first. I allowed myself a tiny self-satisfied grin. Yesssss!

"Pick me up at the garage at 6:30, okay?" I said, squeezing her hand. I swore she let out a little gasp.

"6:30. Got it." She murmured.

I had time to change into street clothes. Nothing special. Jeans and a flannel blouse. She was right on time. We drove up to a little steak house in Cozad. I ordered up some beers and Carolyn fairly chugged the first one down, signaling the waitress for a refill.

"Easy there, girl!" I warned.

"Right. You're right." She took a deep breath. "The Ring. You wanted to know about the ring."

"If you're too uncomfortable..." I offered.

"No. It's fine. I'm just not sure where to begin." Carolyn said. "Jimmy and I bought the diner with money from grandpa's estate and we run it together. Jimmy was married to Connie, and those kids you see running around belong to them. I was always single. There's a reason for that."

"Go on." I took a swig of beer and waited.

"See, every so often I'd go to a club a couple of towns away. A club that had dancers. Pretty women who took off their clothes for tips and such. Almost all guys in there, but every so often there'd be a woman, usually there with her guy." Carolyn said. "And then there were the dancers."

"You're into strippers?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I get lonely. I'm not proud. I'd go to watch them." She said looking down and taking another pull on her beer.

"You're real pretty, you know? So, who gave you the ring, a dancer?" I asked

"Her name was Maxxi. Tall and slender East African chic with chocolate skin and close cropped hair. Perfect B cup breasts, covered with Tattoos, and liquid moves. I'd never seen anything like her, and I guess I kept checking for when she'd be there and give her a little extra for more of a show. She said I stared at her like I was dog staring at a steak." Carolyn said.

"One night she just up and asked me if she could come home with me. I wasn't sure if she was into girls. She totally blew me away that first night. I told her in the morning that if she wanted to come back sometime I'd keep the door unlocked. She was back the next night." Carolyn said.

"By the end of the second week we were living together. I was so happy. I mean, I knew she was wild, but she was so sexy and knew just how to... do things to me." Carolyn said. "She never said anything about love, but she gave me the ring and I always thought..."

"So for a couple years it was Jimmy and Connie and Maxxi and me. We'd do a movie night, or go out for dinner, went on a few camping trips up to the reservoir. Gradually things started to change. Connie and she were spending more time than usual together."

"Something happened?" I asked.

"You can say that again. Maxxi was late coming home. I went by the club. Jimmy's van was there in the rear parking lot. The windshield was facing the spotlight on the building. I looked in the back window and saw Maxxi on her back with Connie's face in her pussy. Jimmy was jerking off, mesmerized by them. My heart just broke." Carolyn said.

"I went home, and over the course of the next few days I confronted them. First Maxxi, then Connie, and finally Jimmy. They all denied that anything had happened. It wasn't till later that Jimmy came clean with me. Blood thicker than water and all that." Carolyn said.

"I always preferred low flats to sneakers for the diner. They stunk less, easier to clean, but every so often one would throw a heel. It was one of the nights we did dinner and Jimmy and Connie's oldest Tanya, had just started waitressing. I snuck home to grab a spare pair of shoes." She said.

"The only light in the house that was on was the bedroom. I looked in the window. Maxxi had a small paper bag and a credit card. I moved to get a better view. Connie leaned over with a rolled-up bill and snorted two fat lines of cocaine off of Maxxi's stomach, then dove for her pussy. That's when I knew things were about to get messy."

"Did you know about the drugs?" I asked.

"With Maxxi. Yes. She never hid it, but she also had it under control. It was an occasional indulgence. Connie blew that all up. She didn't know when enough was enough, and after a while it didn't matter. One night Jimmy went to go home after cleaning up the kitchen and the van was gone." Carolyn said.

"I went home and all Maxxi's things were gone too. I called Jimmy and we put two and two together." Carolyn finished her beer and ordered another round.

"How did you keep things together?" I asked.

"Admittedly, I was kind of a hot mess. I just kept to myself. Jimmy kept digging, though. They'd driven out to Tahoe and were working in one of the lesser reputable brothels there. It made sense. Maxxi was any guy's wet dream. Connie had those midwestern mom boobs, nutcracker thighs and soft oval girlfriend face, and I'm sure she had a steady supply of jolly ranchers lined up to partake." Carolyn said.

"Things were quiet for a long time. Then Connie started bugging Tanya about coming home. Tanya was shaken by this. She hadn't even existed to Connie for a couple of years at this point. Every time Tanya asked Connie if she was clean, she just said she was working on it. Maxxi, had found a Sugar Daddy up in Aspen and that was her gig now. Connie lost her lifeline was left dangling in the wind. It didn't go well." Carolyn said.

"The two oldest girls, Tanya and Ashley, went to Jimmy and asked him to get a restraining order. Jimmy filed for divorce while he was at it. Both were probably overdue." Carolyn said.

"What happened next? Have you heard anything about either one of them?" I asked.

"Not much. I saw Maxxi in an online better homes type of thing. She seemed to have found her groove in Aspen. But if someone told me she'd moved on to richer pastures it wouldn't surprise me. Looking back, she'd always been an opportunist."

"Last we heard about, Connie, she was in and out of homeless shelters and free clinic rehabs in Lincoln, when she's not turning tricks, methed-out on the streets. I keep the ring as a reminder of how you can think you have a good thing and have it totally go South on you. Now you know." Carolyn said, sipping her suds.

We took a break and ordered dinner. The waitress had been patient, and some of the tables had turned over a couple times by now. She's more than earned the big fat tip she was going to be getting.

"You still go to stripper bars?" I asked.

"No. There's no shine there for me anymore. It's been years." Carolyn admitted.

"You always insist on waiting on me. Why?" I asked.

"I don't know, Val. There's something in your attitude. I can see where it freaks guys out, but me? I just think it's so cool. Okay?" Carolyn grinned.

"Fine. I can't remember the last time I was accused of being cool..." I said sarcastically.

"I don't know what you're into, Val. But would it be wrong for me to say I found you attractive. It's been forever since I felt that vibe from anyone." She blurted.

"Okay. My turn." I said, and proceeded to tell her my trophy wife story.

"And that's been it. My whole entire sex life in one afternoon, self-service aside." I concluded.

"It sounds so one-sided. I'm not sure that even really counts!" Carolyn gasped.

"Best I can do!" I grinned sheepishly.

"We'll see about that." There was an unmistakable sparkle in her eye. How had I not noticed that before?

I settled the bill, and we walked back to where she'd parked the truck. She had her hand on the small of my back, her body language all dyke farm girl. She actually opened the truck door for me and helped me in. Another first.

Getting in, she put the keys in the ignition but didn't turn the engine on. Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind she reached over with her left hand to take my right wrist pulling so that we face each other more or less.

"Oh, what the hell." She muttered and then she leaned in and kissed me.

Oh my God. She was kissing me. On the mouth! What if I was doing it wrong. Is there something I'm supposed to do? For a few seconds I felt like I was going to pass out. But... her lips were so soft and she tasted... good.

She just lingered there on my mouth and waited. If I was doing something wrong at least it wasn't so bad that she wanted to stop kissing me. I didn't want her to stop kissing me. And then I felt just the tip of her tongue between my lips. I felt the nervous fight-or-flight feeling dissipate as I tasted her tongue with my own. I thought that's maybe what I was supposed to do. She was being so sweet, so patient.

"There, was that so hard?" She said softly as she pulled back an inch or so. "Would you like to come home with me and do this some more?"

"Uhn-huh!" I nodded, speechless.

She held my hand as she drove, her thumb rubbing the ham of mine. I had butterflies in my stomach. I looked over at her. She was so pretty. We had kissed. We were going to kiss some more. Her eyes sparkled. I was on a date!

We pulled into a short driveway. The house was post war, but cute. Carolyn reached through the steering wheel with her left hand to turn the key off so she didn't have to let go of me. She raised the back of my hand to her lips with her right hand, kissing me softly.

"I'm nervous, Carolyn." I said.

"I know. It's fine to be nervous." She comforted. "Do you want to go in?" I nodded again.

She opened the door to the house. Turned on the porch light and went to turn on a table lamp. The living room was bathed in a soft glow. Carolyn gestured towards the couch. We sat, nearly facing each other. And our lips met again.

I felt her brushing our mouths together. It felt nice. And the tip of her tongue. I liked that too. Her hand brushed back my hair her fingertips lingered on my cheek. I wanted her to shake my braid out. I felt a bit more of her tongue enter my mouth and I gently sucked on it. Carolyn purred. I wanted this moment to last an eternity.

I felt our kiss grow stronger. My tongue meeting hers, pressing against it. Then her hand was on my breast. I gasped softly. It was delicately intentional, interrogatory, in a way that having your boobs brush the underside of a car wasn't. I felt like there was a bees nest in my vagina.

Carolyn's mouth pressed a little harder against mine. Her hand kneading my breast. I was moaning involuntarily. Each new touch seemed to say. "Do you like this... or that more." It was all so new, so good, so sweet. I felt her hands undoing the buttons of my blouse, her tongue dancing passionately now with mine. The cool air on the flesh on my torso, as her hand delved into my bra finding my hardened nipple.

I instinctively sought to reciprocate. Carolyn broke our kiss for a few seconds, pulling back and looking in my eyes. "No, Val, this time it's just for you."

She refreshed her kisses, my blouse was on the couch cushion and my bra soon joined it.

"God, Val, they're perfect." The locus of her kisses shifting to my neck as she teased my boobs. It felt like they were wired to my clit. I'd been vaguely aware of their conversation within my nervous system, but never with this kind of intensity or clarity. I was breathing heavy, my pulse beating in my ears.

By the time her mouth found my nipples, I was pretty sure I was going to cum. After a few minutes of her ministrations, I did. Taking me by both hands she led me into her bedroom. Undoing my pants, I stepped free, naked in front of her for the first time. She had me lay on the bed as she swayed slowly, just out of reach. Her own clothes disappearing an item at a time. She was dancing for me, taking her time with it.

It gave me a chance to regroup. I looked at her in the dim light of the hallway. She was gorgeous. She slid into bed next to me, her breasts rubbing gently against mine as if they were kissing. Her hand was on my tummy as she blew softly in my ear, making me groan as my pussy involuntarily quivered.

Her hand slid lower to my bushy mons. Her fingers parting my pubes and then finding the wetness below. I was just getting to where Martina had me start. I had some idea for the first time where Carolyn was going with this. I could almost hear Martina's frenetic insistence, and verbal castigations. I braced myself for the onslaught.

Instead, Carolyn's mouth made love to my clit, in soft little increments that left me sobbing. The feelings coursing through me were unmeasurable. I could feel her tasting me, felt her finger slowly and lovingly wend its way inside me. My clit throbbed like the strobe on top of a firetruck. Every time her tongue touched it, I jolted a little closer to orgasm.

When she was ready to. She sent me there. A second finger with the first pressing upward. Her beautiful lips encircling my clit, and the world disappeared for a little while. I floated in a place where her lips and fingertips were my only connection to the cosmos. This was the way it was supposed to be.

"You're crying. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" Carolyn's hand was on my shoulder. She looked concerned.

"No, baby. I'm good. Hold me a little bit." I managed.

Her body felt perfect against me. It was getting late. I should be heading home. Instead, my mouth sought out hers again. We made out and I could taste myself on her lips. I reached down between her legs.

"Val, I told you..." She started.

"I know what you told me. Now shut up and enjoy." I kissed back.

When she came, her eyes shot wide, her hand on my wrist tightening as I finger fucked her. Her lips parted in a silent moan as her body shook wrapped around my fingers like cotton candy around a stick.

"I should get going." I said, kissing her.

"Yeah. I know." She replied kissing me back.

"I'll get dressed in a few more minutes. I said, kissing her.

"Yeah. A few more minutes." She replied kissing me back.

The sun burst triumphantly through her bedroom window the following morning. She was sleeping naked in my arms. I nudged her knowing she had to be at work in time to open.

"Wake up, baby." I said. Looking over I saw the silver ring on the nightstand. She'd taken it off.

She rubbed her eyes. "We'd better get you home, Val."

"Carolyn, I am home." I grinned. She yawned and smiled happily up at me.

"I'll see you after work, then." She kissed me and headed for the shower, her luscious ass swaying seductively as in the doorway she turned to make sure I'd been paying attention. She smiled sweetly as I broke into a lascivious grin, thinking about what was going to come after dinner tonight. We were just getting started.