Charlie-Charlene Part 5

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After they both got their breath back, Charlene said, “Elaine, I don’t need to wake up next to you. I don’t need to wait until we both come home from work exhausted, and all we want to do is sit and veg out. I don’t need to think about this any longer. I love you. We have been best friends for a long time, and you know me better than anyone else. I know you better, too. And I do; I love, love, love you. I love the way your mouth curls when you are pissed, and I love the way the corners of your eyes crinkle up when you laugh. I love the way you can just say things, without worrying about if anyone is shocked. I love the way you cock your head to one side when you are thinking…” “And you love the way my cock feels in you,” Elaine finished for her. “Well, yes! Yes! And besides, who else do I know who can both take me and take me in?” “Honey, I love you too, you know I do, but I really think you need to try dating a guy first, to make sure that doing him at the same time as he is doing you doesn’t do the same thing for you. And I know just the guy, too.” “Oh? Who?” Charlene asked. “Remember Tommy? That mechanical guy we both dated a couple of times?” “He wasn’t mechanical. He was nuclear or chemical, or one of those weird engineering studies.” “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Well – you remember that weekend he and I went skiing? I never told you, because I was in love with you then, and was afraid you’d be hurt, but we never got onto the slopes. We never even made it out of our cabin that whole weekend. All we did was fuck like rabbits. And I probably would have stayed with him for a lot longer, Ankara escort but after I did him with the strap-on, I decided I just had to try it out on some girls, too. So when I got home, I ran it through the dishwasher, and then on Monday … well, you know the rest, but it’s been girls all the way ever since,” Elaine said. “Oh yeah, I remember him. He always wanted me to peg him, and at the time, that was just such a turn-off. But after we graduated, he went to work for Brown-Bovari, someplace in New Jersey.” “Yeah, but he quit. And you know what today is?” “Yeah, it’s Saturday,” Charlene responded. “No, Silly, not the day of the week, the DATE!” “It’s …um.. August 20. OH! August 20 th ! That’s the day that new band is supposed to be playing the concert in the park this afternoon. Brass Boots. We were gonna go hear them.” “Bingo,” Elaine said, and went on, “and guess who’s playing pedal steel for them.” “No shit? Tommy?” “Yep. None other. And I happen to know he’s available, because I turned his last girlfriend, and she dumped him.” “Laine, Honey, you’re such a slut,” Charlene said with a smile. “Well, you were dating that Bob guy and a girl’s gotta do something.” “Don’t remind me of that son of a bitch. That night he called me Caroline, while I was blowing him, was the last straw. I damn near bit it off.“ Charlene grimaced at the memory. She had gotten out of the car at the next traffic light, and walked home. “Okay,” Elaine said.”Sorry to bring up a sore subject. Anyway,” she glanced at the bedside clock and went on, “look. It’s just noon. We have Ankara escort bayan time to get cleaned up, and go over to the park and get a couple of good seats. They don’t start playing till two, and maybe we can get a chance to talk to him before they begin. You can hook up with him, and I can just run back home. I really have to do some laundry this weekend, anyway.” ……………………………………………………………………….. Tommy was running a few chords and licks, just to get his fingers limbered up, and scanning the crowd that was gathering, when he saw two women wander in together from the street. They looked really familiar, but he couldn’t quite place them. They walked right up to the bandstand, and it suddenly hit him. It was Charlene and Elaine, from college. He went to the edge of the makeshift stage, and squatted down to greet them. “Hi, Tommy. How’ve you been?” Charlene asked. “I thought you were working for Brown-Bovari.” “I did, for about a year, and then decided ‘screw it’. My dad died, and I inherited enough cash to live on for a few years, so I decided I had to give full-time playing a try. So, for the past three years, that’s all I’ve been doing. I am not getting rich, but I’m not starving, and I’m a Hell of a lot happier than I was in that cubicle. What have you been up to?” “Oh, I’m working for a little local firm, doing hydrology and hydraulics. And guess what? I got the exam results back yesterday and I passed. So now I’m a for-real engineer.” “Two weeks ago, you couldn’t even spell it,” Tommy said, laughing.” Hey, that’s great. Look, I gotta play this gig; all Escort Ankara these people are out here, waiting,” he waved his arm in a broad circle. “So why don’t you stick around, and come up to the stand while I pack my shit. I’ll take you out to dinner, by way of celebration. You too, Lainie. We can rehash our old college days.” “Ah, thanks anyway, but I already have a date tonight,” Elaine lied. “ Okay. Some other time then. Well, I gotta go to work, before this crowd starts chanting.” ……………………………………………………… Tommy and Charlene had a good time at dinner, and Charlene was trying to figure out how to tell Tommy about her new appurtenance, when out of the blue, Tommy said, “Look, Charls, this has been great fun, and I really enjoy talking with you, but right now all I really want to do is quit talking, and jump your bones.” Charlene stood up quickly, and Tommy had a moment of panic, thinking perhaps he’d said the wrong thing, and upset her. She looked him straight in the eye and said crisply, “Pay the fucking tab. I’ll be waiting outside.” Tommy stood too, then, and picked up the check and looked at it. He took a fifty dollar bill and a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet, and dropped them on the table. Screw the change, he thought. The waiter will get a twenty percent tip. He quickly headed for the door, watching Charlene’s hips sway, as she walked ahead of him. He was almost to the door, when one of the diners grabbed him by the sleeve, stopping him. “Aren’t you the guy who was playing pedal steel with that band this afternoon?” the man asked. Tommy was a little irked that some stranger had slowed him down, just as he was about to score, so he answered brusquely, “Yeah. So?” “ Well, my name is …” “Look, buddy, I don’t care what you’re selling, but I don’t want any. Now, if you’ll excuse me …” “Arnold Karas,” the man went on, ignoring the interruption. “Here, take my card.

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