Russ O’Neill hurried out his back door, almost running. He knew from experience that every minute he was late getting on the road to work would cost him ten minutes of arrival time if he did not beat the rush hour traffic peak. It was Friday, and he had a great deal of work to be done before his Monday morning meetings. He did not plan to be working over the entire weekend. He waved to Carla Marks, his next-door neighbor, who was hanging clothes in her back yard. She returned his wave and flashed her normal bright and cheerful smile. As Russ was backing down his driveway, he thought about Carla. She was a very proper woman, and at 5′ 2″ and 105 pounds she had to be the prettiest little thing he had ever seen. She was divorced, had two married children, and didn’t date as far as he could tell. They had been neighbors on Grant Street in this pleasant northeast suburban community for only two years, but during that time they had become close friends. That was all, just friends. She seemed to be reluctant to let their friendship blossom into something more, and Russ believed that two things stymied this. First, it was common knowledge in the neighborhood that her divorce had been very bitter. Second, he was twenty-three and she was forty-two. He had tried to work around these issues but whenever he thought that he was making progress, she backed away from him. If only his fantasies of Carla could become a reality.
As she watched Russ backing down his driveway, Carla thought about how handsome he is. He is very muscular, and probably weighs about 200 pounds. He must be over six feet tall because the top of my head dose not reach his shoulder. If she could get over her fear of becoming involved in an intimate relationship with another man and if she were twenty years younger or he twenty years older, perhaps things would be different. “If!!! I’m tired of if”. She wished that she could find some way to cause her night-time fantasies about him to become realities.
Russ was a recent college graduate with a MS in Electronic Engineering and a BA in Mathematics. He was employed by a prestigious aerospace company on the southeast side of town. His analytical skills made him a valuable contributor to any project to which he was assigned, and consequently he was assigned to many projects. His work-load was such that he often had to put in ten or twelve hours a day to keep everything on schedule.
That evening, Russ left work at 10:30 pm and headed home to prepare something light for dinner before crashing into bed. Realizing that he would not make it to bed until after midnight, he discarded this option. He could pick up something at a fast-food restaurant, but he discarded that option also. Nothing sounded good. He decided to stop at the neighborhood bar, tended by a friend from high-school, for a beer and possibly a burger. He should be able to get quick service this time of night.
Russ noticed that the side parking lot of the “Corner Club” was empty, so he parked his vintage Triumph TR-4 there, and entered the club through the side door. He decided to sit at the bar so he could talk with his friend Rick. To his surprise, he found Carla sitting at the bar apparently alone.
He took a seat next to her and asked, “How is my favorite and most attractive next-door neighbor this evening?” He got no response. “How are you doing tonight, Carla? Again, no response. He touched her on the shoulder, and she turned to him slowly almost sliding off the bar stool.
“Oh. I know you. You’re Russ aren’t you. Hi, Russ.” Carla’s face was expressionless.
Rick approached them with a big smile of greeting and wiping his hands on a towel. “Hey, Russ. You want your regular — beer and a burger medium-well and plain?”
“How long has this woman been sitting here?,” asked Russ. “This is my next-door neighbor, Carla, and she acts as though she’s drunk. This is very strange because she never has more than one beer or two glasses of wine. Furthermore, there is a mixed drink on the bar next to her. She doesn’t drink hard liquor!”
Rick thought for a moment and said, “Well, she came in about an hour ago, I think. She ordered a draft, only one, and she’s still got a half glass in front of her. And, ah, oh yeah, the mixed drink belongs to the guy that was sitting next to her. He was in here since about 9:00 pm, and I guess he started hitting on her.
“Where is this guy now?” Russ asked.
“Let me think. Your friend sat by herself for a while. Then this guy came to the bar and started talking to her. She seemed to get somewhat agitated with him and then went to the women’s john. I guess she was hoping that he would leave. She came back and ignored him from that point on, but he wouldn’t move. Then he got up and went to the john. Probably about ten minutes ago. That’s all that I can remember. It’s been a busy evening, and we have no waitress tonight. I’ve had to handle the bar and the floor by myself,” Rick replied.
Concerned, Russ said, “Something is wrong here, Rick. I’ve known this woman for two years, and she doesn’t get drunk. You would have a problem finding a more proper lady.” Carla reached for her glass and started to take a sip, but Russ quickly took it from her hand. “I think she’s been drugged. You say this guy is in the men’s john?” They both looked toward the men’s room door just as the suspect stepped out and noticed Rick and Russ looking at him. He immediately bolted for the front door, leaping into his convertible, starting the engine, and peeling out of the front parking lot heading north
Rick called the police to report what had happened and was told to touch neither the suspect’s glass or Carla’s glass and not to let her drink from it. Russ helped her off the bar stool and found a nearby table where they could sit until the police arrived. Carla had hardly spoken to anyone, and just sat with a glassy-eyed stare and vacuous look on her face.
The police arrived, and Russ was relieved that the patrol office, Paul, was another high-school friend and occasional player at their monthly poker game. He brought with him a female officer, Gloria, who was trained to handle this type of complaint. They exchanged introductions and greetings, bagged the drink glasses and their contents, and then sat at the table to conduct the initial interview.
When the interview was completed, Russ volunteered to take Carla home. Carla looked at Russ and asked, “Are you going to take me home, Russ? Are you going to fuck me?
Russ was stunned. “I…, I…, I’ve never heard her use a word like that,” he stammered. “Carla never uses words like that. The only one she does use is ‘damn’, and then she doesn’t even say it, she spells it out: d, a, m, n”.
Gloria was suspicious, “My guess is that she has ingested Rohypnol, a date rape drug. In high doses, it can cause loss of muscle control and equilibrium problems. From what you’ve said, you already witnessed this at the bar. It can cause amnesia. That could be the reason she had trouble remembering your name when you sat with her. It can also lower inhibitions. The victim will often say things that they would never willingly divulge, things that might be extremely embarrassing.” Smiling, she added, “I think she’s attracted to you.”
Russ expressed concerns about Carla being home alone. He did not know what might have transpired prior to his arrival at the “Corner Club”. Did Carla give the assailant her name, her address, her phone number, the location of the hidden front door key? Could he be hiding in her house now? Could he be hiding outside and watching? Russ decided that he would go home, get his pistol, and stay with Carla the rest of the night. He convinced Paul and Gloria to help him sweep Carla’s house to ensure that no intruder was present, and having done these things, to scour the neighborhood for a concealed yellow Mustang convertible with a black top. Paul told Russ that a detective may contact Carla in the morning and then said goodnight.
As they drove away, Gloria said, “I think Russ is attracted to Carla. He’s so concerned about her safety. I think that’s sweet.”
With minor difficulty, Russ managed to get Carla into her house but getting her upstairs to her bedroom was another issue entirely. She couldn’t climb the stairs because she had little muscle control, and she was limp as a noodle. However, carrying her upstairs was easier than expected, and he placed her gently on the bed. Should he let her sleep in her clothes? He thought not. He checked under her pillows for a gown but found nothing. He rummaged through the chest drawers and finally found something he thought was suitable. He proceeded to undress her and started getting an erection. “Russel O’Neill, you’re a disgusting clot — after all that Carla has been through tonight,” he thought.
Carla mumbled, “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting you ready for bed” Russ answered. “Where is the gown that you would normally wear?” There was no response. He shook her and asked again. Still no response. He shook her again and repeated the question.
“I sleep nude” was all she said.
After getting Carla comfortably under the covers, he looked around her room to determine if there were any hazards to her safety that should corrected. He noticed that the bedroom door and the bathroom door were adjacent. He didn’t know if it was likely that she would wake in a disoriented state during the night and try to use the bathroom, but if so, she could choose the wrong door and fall down the stairs. He decided to move a heavy recliner to block the bedroom door. That is where he would sleep tonight.
As he was about to drift off, he heard Carla mumbling unintelligibly. He turned on the night-stand lamp and shook her several times before she acknowledged his presence. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m cold!” Russ found a comforter at the foot of the bed and spread it over her. Carla repeated several times, “No!”
Russ was getting frustrated. “What do you want, then?”
“You keep me warm,” she said! Russ thought about this and finally concluded that she wanted him in bed with her. He moved his pistol to the floor on his side of the bed, turned off the lamp, and got into bed. “No! No! No clothes! You keep me warm!” Hesitantly, Russ undressed down to his boxers. “Fuck me,” Carla demanded.
Lying next to her with another erection and calling on his last bit of moral strength, Russ said, “Ok. I’ll fuck you. But we’ve both had a very long and stressful night. We’ll sleep first, then we’ll fuck.”
“Ok,” Carla replied. Within five minutes, she was in a deep sleep, as was he in about ten minutes more.
Russ was awakened by a loud, piercing scream. “What are you doing in my bed? How did I get here? Oh my god, I’m naked! Where are my clothes? Did you remove them? Oh my god, did we do anything?
Russ grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her gently several times, calming her. He put his arms around her and held her close as he whispered in her ear, “Some bad things nearly happened to you last night. I’ll tell you everything after you get dressed. If you feel like eating, I could fix you an omelet, or just coffee.”
“I don’t know right now. My head really hurts.” Russ went downstairs to her kitchen and found the ingredients for Western Omelets. He started a pot of coffee and set the table in her breakfast nook. Carla appeared wearing a robe and holding a hand to each side of her head. “Oh, my god. Is this how a hangover feels?
“Don’t know, never had one. You know how the Irish are,” Russ said.
Russ fixed breakfast for them both and, over coffee, covered every detail of the previous night. Except for her use of the word “fuck”. He explained that it was necessary that he return to work for part of the day to complete several reports before Monday. He would be back before dinner, and they could eat out if she wanted. Carla said that she preferred to fix a nice dinner at home for him as a thank-you for watching over her. Before he left, Russ told her to expect a call from the police so they could go over the incident report.
Russ returned to Carla’s by midafternoon. The first questions he asked concerned her meeting with the police. She told him that a person fitting her assailant’s description was a person of interest in two rapes and a murder in California, two rapes in Nevada, and one in Illinois. She also mentioned that she has been anxious all afternoon, jumping at any unusual sound. Russ offered to stay with her the rest of the weekend if she wished, and she quickly accepted.
They spent the evening in front of the television, not really watching anything, just talking. At bedtime Russ offered to sleep on the living room couch, bur Carla would not have it. She wanted him to sleep with her just as he had done the previous evening. She was adamant, “I want to feel you next to me. I want you to be touching me so I’ll know that you’re there. That’s the only way that I’ll get a good night’s sleep.”
They both undressed. Carla calmly stripped down to nothing and got into bed, “You’re not seeing anything you haven’t seen before.” Russ had stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed next to her. Lying on his side, he pulled Carla next to him such that they were fitting together like two spoons in a drawer. Russ marveled at how tiny this beautiful woman felt in his arms. Carla turned over to face him. “I don’t feel like sleeping,” she said as she gently kissed him on the lips. As Russ returned her kiss, he gently moved his hand up her thigh to her derriere, and he grasped her ass-cheek. Carla moaned and whispered, “Oh, god. It’s been so long.” They kissed tenderly and long. Their heart rates increased and their kisses became more passionate.
Russ kissed the sides of her neck, her throat, behind her ears. Carla shuddered as he explored each new area of her neck. She wondered how it would feel if he sucked her nipples. Russ moved his hand to her left breast and kneaded the flesh. He was amazed at the firmness of her breast. It was not large, but it was shapely and enticing. He rolled her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. Carla was starting to breath heavily. He felt her left nipple become erect as he continued to massage it. Carla moaned loudly and kissed him passionately again. Russ moved to the right nipple as he sucked the left. Carla’s breathing had become erratic. He kissed the entirety of her breasts, working his way to the underside of each causing her to again moan. Russ returned to her nipples, sucking each. He reached between her legs and stimulated her clitoris with his forefinger, and instantly her pelvis started bucking. Russ was erect and leaking heavily. He was fearful that he could not hold his load until Carla was totally satisfied.
He moved his hand to her pussy, and his finger found her opening. He stimulated her pussy with his finger as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Carla’s hips responded, forcing her clitoris harder against his thumb. He tried to insert a second finger into her well-lubricated pussy, but it was met with resistance. Carla grabbed his hand and forced the second finger into her pussy. She held his hand tightly with his fingers inside her body and his thumb on her clitoris while moving her hips. She was fucking herself with his fingers. Russ was no longer in control. He could feel her pussy contract around his fingers. Her legs stiffened, her toes curled, and she uttered a loud guttural grunt. Carla had orgasmed, but Russ had held off, barely.
They both needed time to recover. Russ started kissing her lightly, on the lips and over all her face. She was again panting as Russ kneaded her tits. He erection hardened, and he rolled Carla onto her back, climbed on top, and started kissing her passionately. Carla spread her legs and pulled her knees back toward her shoulders. She felt his large cock drop between her legs. Propping himself up on one arm, Russ reached down between them with the other and grabbed his cock, aiming the head at her opening. He moved it along her slit until it separated her pussy lips, and she felt the tip of the head enter her. She gasped. Russ started gently fucking her with short strokes. Carla begged Russ to fuck her hard, but he did not want to hurt her. She reached up grabbing his ass, and forced her hips upward. The head of his cock was driven to the bottom of her pussy. Carla felt an enormous wave of pleasure when she was fully entered.
Carla started rocking her pelvis. The movement forced the natural lubricants in her pussy to flow around his cock, and soon he was stroking full length accompanied by Carla’s cries of pleasure. Her body contorted. Russ could feel her ass-cheeks squeeze together as her pussy gripped his erect cock. Her legs stiffened and her toes curled. Carla reached back over her head grabbing the spindles of the headboard for support as she attempted to increase her grip on his cock.
Russ could take no more. His cock became rigid as his body involuntarily prepared itself to fill her pussy with semen. They both felt the first stream shoot from the tip of his cock, bathing her cervix in warm fluid. Then another, and another, and another. Carla was biting the back of her hand to keep from screaming, and Russ continued emptying his testicles into the depths of her pussy.
Russ rolled off Carla and they lay as they were when this journey started, except that they were now covered with sweat. “That was absolutely magnificent,” Carla said as she put her leg over Russ and her arms around his neck. They both drifted off to sleep, a very deep and satisfying sleep lying atop a spreading wet spot on the sheet beneath them.
Sunday morning, they awoke very late, at 10:00 am. While Carla showered and dressed, Russ went to the kitchen and made coffee. He checked at the front door to see if the local newspaper had been delivered, it had. He searched for any news about Friday night, there was nothing. When Carla appeared, he asked, “What took you so long? I missed you.”
“Oh, I was looking for something I’ve not needed for a very long time.”
“And that was?” Russ asked.
“Nothing you would find interesting,” she replied.
Of course, Russ was now very interested. “I would think that after last night, you and I would have moved past the point where we kept secrets from each other.”
“If it’s that important to you, I couldn’t find my douche. It’s been so long since I last needed it that I forgot where I put it. I thought that you might, without any hints from me, offer to take me out for brunch today, and I didn’t want to worry about anything running down my legs.”
Russ said, “I think I’ll go home for a shower and shave. Perhaps you would like to go out for a brunch?”
After brunch, they spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other better by talking about various aspects of their past lives while sitting side-by-side on her front porch swing and drinking coffee. That evening, they selected a tv movie, a movie that neither really watched. Russ sat on the couch with his feet on an ottoman and Carla lay on the couch with her head in his lap with Russ stroking her hair gently. It was clear that the bond between them was strengthening. At 9:00 pm, they decided it was time for bed. Russ had to work tomorrow.
Tonight, unlike Saturday night, their kisses were not gentle, they were rife with burning passion. His tongue parted her lips and found hers. They savored the taste of the other’s mouth. He kissed her neck while kneading her ass. They were both breathing heavily. Russ was erect. Carla pushed his head to her tits, trying to insert a nipple in his mouth. Russ sucked each nipple until it was hard. Carla moaned as she reached down and grabbed his cock, frantically stroking it. Panting, she said, “Fuck me! Please fuck me hard!” The wetness between Carla’s legs indicated her immense arousal.
Russ kissed down her cleavage to her abdomen and then to her pubic hair. The aroma of sex from her crotch was intoxicating and exhilarating, making his erection harder. Knowing where he was going, Carla rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide in anticipation. Russ rolled on top of her with his face in her pussy. He licked her slit from clitoris to perineum, and her hips started involuntarily humping. Carla grabbed the back of his head with both hands, and forcefully held his face in her crotch as he continued licking her pussy and as she continued humping. Russ found her pussy opening and inserted his tongue as far as he could. He licked her opening around its interior, savoring her taste. Carla was moaning loudly and trying to push his head away. Russ knew that an orgasm was eminent. He withdrew his tongue and started sucking her clitoris. Her moans became a muffled scream as she placed her hand over her mouth. Russ stimulated her clitoris with his tongue, driving her over the edge. He could feel her ass cheeks squeeze together as she tried to grip the emptiness of her pussy. Her scream became a low guttural sound as she pulled his head back into her crotch and orgasmed.
Carla, panting, pushed his head away. “Damn you! I wanted you to stop.”
“I thought you wanted to continue. I was just trying to please you,” a confused Russ said.
Knowing that she hurt his feelings, Carla apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I just said. I had an orgasm earlier but you were too busy to notice. I know you were trying to please me, and you certainly did that, but now I’m too sensitive down there to continue. If you put your cock in me now, I’d orgasm immediately.”
Russ rolled onto his side. “We must learn to communicate better. Why don’t we just rest for a while?” He put his arms around Carla, and she put her head on his chest as they drifted off to sleep.
Russ was awakened by someone playing with his cock. Carla was trying to get him hard, and it was working. He kissed her with passion as she continued to stroke him. Russ reached between her legs to her pussy, and slipped two fingers in with little resistance. He was amazed at how well-lubricated she was. He stimulated her pussy with his fingers and her clitoris with his thumb. He could tell by the look on her face and in her eyes that she was ready.
Carla rolled onto her back, dragging Russ with her. He raised himself on his arms so he could reach his cock and guide it into her opening, but she beat him to it. With a quick upward thrust of her hips, he bottomed in her. Russ started stroking. Carla could feel his balls hitting her perineum, his cock head rubbing her cervix, and his shaft rubbing her clitoris. Carla knew that this encounter was not going to last long, she was right. Passion rolled over her like a giant, cresting wave. Her ass cheeks clinched as her pussy grabbed his cock in a vice-like grip. Her legs stiffened and her toes curled, as her back arched raising her pelvis from the bed. She reached for the headboard spindles for support, but they were too far away. She reached to her sides and with each hand grabbed the bed sheet in her fists to hold herself in place. She screamed. This time it not muffled. She lost her grip on the sheet. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Russ as he pounded her pussy. She knew that the most intense orgasm of her life was ready to surge.
Russ had exceeded the limit of his control. There was no stopping now. He was going to flood her pussy with a load of semen greater than any he had ever generated. He clinched his teeth and grunted. They both felt his cock stiffen. They both felt the massive first stream of hot semen shoot into her pussy. And the second. And the third. It took eight streams to empty his testicles. Russ collapsed on Carla, sweating profusely. They rolled onto their sides, and Carla threw her leg over Russ to keep him inside her.
They had not bothered to set an alarm, but Russ awoke in time to shower, shave and dress for work. Carla was still sleeping. I’ll call her from work so we can plan for tonight. He was on the road before the peak of the rush hour traffic and would be at work with time to spare for his Monday morning meetings.
He started daydreaming about Carla. How much time they wasted by being mere friends. How beautiful she is. How demure yet how hot she is. He was startled by the sound of a siren and the flashing lights of a police cruiser. He pulled over, trying to figure out what he had done.
“Hey, Russ. How are you doing this morning?” It was his friend Paul.
“Thanks for scaring the shit out of me. Other than that, I’m doing just fine. What’s up?”
“I saw you driving by in your vintage TR-4. Not many of those on the road so I assumed it was you. I just wanted to know how your neighbor did over the weekend,” Paul said.
“Well she was fearful of her assailant. She asked me to stay with her so I did for the entire weekend except for a few hours on Saturday.”
“Really. I find that quite interesting,” said Paul.
“What do you mean?” asked Russ.
“The alleged assailant was stopped and arrested just before he crossed the straits bridge to the Upper Peninsula. He was planning to go west into Wisconsin and then north into Canada. As we speak, he is on his way to face rape and murder charges in California. He was in custody by 3:00 am Saturday. Your girlfriend knew this. Didn’t she tell you?”
“No, she didn’t,” said Russ.
Paul laughed. “I guess Gloria was right. She’s definitely attracted to you. Fill me in next poker night. See You.”
As Paul drove away, Russ thought, “I could get even with her for this, but I think I’ll just leave it alone.”
The end