fiction item, story of a woman on an emo

“Please let me leave. I can’t stay here anymore”, Carly pleaded to Eric. She went to pick up her umbrella off the chair, glancing out the window .She noticed that it was still really gray outside and probably still raining. She then looked down at her feet. She didn’t want to catch Eric’s stare. She needed to get out of there. Her mind was racing. Eric grabbed her arm, startling Carly back to reality. As Carly brushed him away and held back tears, Eric’s cell phone rang. It was on the counter on the other side the kitchen. Eric knew it was the important phone call he had been waiting for, but he didn’t want Carly to leave yet. But it was work calling. Work is always calling. The ring tone, which Carly personally picked, pierced through her like a knife. It annoyed her. It annoyed her because she knew what it mean. It meant more of Eric’s time being taken away. It meant Eric being under terrible stress. It meant Eric unable to keep up any other plans that he dares to have made outside of work. Carly could barely deal with Eric’s hectic works schedule, but she couldn’t deal with his nonchalant attitude he takes toward her feelings. Carly thought she was being petty, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized how important it was that her feeling be validated by someone who is supposed to love her. As Eric went to answer his phone, Carly swooped up her tan rain coat and umbrella and rushed out the door. As she was walking down the street, she heard Eric call behind her. She couldn’t let herself stop. She couldn’t let herself let Eric convince her not to go. She couldn’t let herself let her feelings she had for Eric get the best of her. She tasted saltiness from the tears that were streaming down her face. She hurt. She felt angry. She felt cheated out of a love that should be uncomplicated and full of joy She didn’t care if her mascara was streaking her face, or what the people at the bus stop standing near her thought. She felt the rain drops fall faster on her head, but she didn’t care. She let the rain soak her, as she turned inward. She usually would block the pain. She was good at that. But at this moment. She let the pain set in. She didn’t care she was in public. She sobbed softly. She saw her bus come slowly down the street. Everything seemed to be moving slowly around her. A teenager rode by on his bike, his head covered by his hoodie, his pedaling unnaturally slow to Carly. A man and a woman were standing next to her, speaking to each other in Spanish, but the words seemed garbeled to Carly, like they were traveling through water. Her head started to spin. A sudden wave of nausea overcame Carly. She fell to the ground.







“Here is your drink” Carly turned from Daniela to Liam as he handed her a midouri sour. Daniela and Liam were one of those incurably happy couples that make single people and those stuck in lousy relationships gag. Daniela was a dear friend of Carly’s since their dirt-poor college days working as pub grunts in the on campus eatery. There they would grind the evenings away serving pot-saturated academic losers who would invariably shuffle into the pub at a mad rush at 12:30, hundreds of them, seemingly. Daniela and Carly hated that last half-hour rush, closing the pub at 1:00 am. These potheads had a particular hankering for french fries and greasy chicken fingers, which were easy in itself, but it was the idiots that would want grill items, just before Daniela or herself was set to clean it off. Carly feels this is one of the main reasons she decided to go vegetarian in her college days. And why she quit working at that stupid pub the next semester. Daniela continued to work there til she graduated, but Carly and her had forged a deep friendship that lasted well beyond their college years. Now, sitting in this Upper East side bar on this cool fall night, Carly, Daniela, and the love of her life, Liam, quietly celebrated Daniela’s promotion, as a production manager at a small public tv station in Manhattan. Liam, a pediatrician, was a gentle soul with a warm smile and eyes only for Daniela. Carly could see why. Daniela was those natural beauties, with large, doe-like brown eyes, a beautiful smile with perfect teeth, and long, black hair down past her shoulders. She was quite tall , curvy, and busty, a fine representation of woman of Greek heritage. Carly often felt inadequate next to Daniela. She has been told numerous times that she had beautiful green eyes, but she felt more men prefer a woman have large breasts than beautiful eyes. Carly also felt short, and frumpy next to Daniela. Carly struggled to get those 15 last pounds off of her, but her love of pasta made sure that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Carly knew that she shouldn’t compare herself to other women, but her insecurities ran deep. It affected every facet of her life. She loved men and being in a relationship and having sex, and wanted all that, but it was difficult for her. She had a lot of boyfriends, especially in college. She was very experimental back then, when her insecurities didn’t creep in to ruin her life. Tonight she decided t try to be the woman she was back then, free, happy, in touch with her body, and desirable. As Liam excused himself to go to the rest room, but not before giving Daniela a lustful kiss, most likely to make the other men in th bar know she was very taken, Carly noticed a man on the other side of the bar glancing her way. He was quite handsome, from what she could tell. He was walking toward her. He was looking at Carly. Or was he looking at Daniela? Carly couldn’t tell. As he got closer, Carly couldn’t help but be struck of how good looking he was and how much he reminded her of Gianni, a man she dated about two years ago. The man had dark hair and eyes, strong jaw and nicely formed lips. He looked like he was smiling at Carly, but maybe that was in her head because he walked right past her. He went on to go into the men’s room, which was behind Carly and Daniela. Carly felt silly. Like a high school girl with no date on the night of the prom , thus spending the night with her parents watching lame movies and eating popcorn while her little brother made fun of his dateless, loser sister. She followed the man to the bathroom with her eyes, and then saw Liam leave the bathroom. Carly sipped down the last of her midouri sour, and smiled flaccidly as Liam joined her and Daniela again. A song started to play that Carly really liked, so her spirits started to lighten. She then felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around, and it was the dark-haired handsome man from across the bar, smiling at her. Startled and surprised, it took her a moment to realize that it was the same man. She then smiled back at him. The music was too loud, so she couldn’t understand him when he told her his name. So he got closer to her ear. “Hi, I’m Matthew” He smelled like a combination of beer and Calvin Klein cologne and old spice. He wore a blue button down and blue jeans. Carly was wearing a yellow top and a little black skirt. She started to feel a bit sexy. She smiled back at Matthew. “Nice to meet you Matthew. I’m Carly, and these are my friends Daniela and h, Liam” Liam, in a non-characteristic jovial way, said the next round of drinks were on him. He seemed very happy, gazing over at Daniela while he tried to get the bartender’s attention. Matthew was still smiling at Carly. “You are very pretty”, Matthew said to Carly. Carly blushed and eked out a “Thank you.” She wasn’t used to such attention from a complete stranger. She couldn’t help but think how drunk this guy could be. “What do you do?” Matthew asked Carly. “I’m a physical therapist. I work at St. Martin’s Hospital. What about you, handsome stranger, what do you do?”

Matthew seemed to have blushed at Carly’s words. They surprised Carly as soon as they left her lips. She felt a new surge of self-confidence. She didn’t know if it was the three midouri sours she had or the attention of one of the best looking men in the entire bar, but she started tracing the outline of her lips, staring Matthew right in eyes, while she awaited his response. Matthew averted his eyes a moment, took a sip of his beer, and smiled again at Carly. He lowered his head toward Carly’s ear and said , “I’m a veterinarian. It may sound corny, but I hate it when an animal is in pain. I love them too much. So I take care of them. My father is a brain surgeon, and wanted me to follow in his footsteps. But I went my own way. Needless to say, my father is ashamed of me. He says I waste my talent on mangy mutts and furry, nasty cats. Its sad, because he was my hero growing up. Now he is just a sad old man to me with a great career. He saved a lot of lives, but he s toxic to me.” Hearing these words from this handsome stranger made Carly feel sad. Matthew seemed to be a very noble man, but at the risk of his relationship of his father, his hero. Sensing Carly’s mood, Matthew started laughing. “I tend to talk too much when I have a few beers. Its one of my fatal flaws. That’s how I wound up married in Reno to a stripper named Pepper.” Carly looked puzzled “Sorry that just my lame attempt at humor. I’m not married. No kids. Just a normal guy in a bar on a Saturday night in New York City, talking to a beautiful woman. How lucky am I?”

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Are you ok, Ma’am? Can you tell me your name?” Carly slowly opened her eyes to the sight of a police officer over her, saying something that she couldn’t make out yet. “



Ma’am, are you ok? What is your name? Do you need ambulance?”



“Um. ... Carl .. Carly Manchester.” Carly looked around and saw a small crowd gather around her. She peered into the police officer’s face” “ Ms. Manchester, you passed out. Do you remember anything?”



“I was feeling faint. I remember thinking how I wish it would stop raining. Then I saw a boy on a bike. I don’t remember anything else after that until now. I’m ok. Please help me up.”



The police officer hoisted Carly back on to her feet. She stayed with Carly until she was sure Carly was stable on her feet.



“Ma’am would you like a ride in the squad car to your house?”



Carly motioned down the street.



“No. The bus is coming. I’ll be ok. I’ll go see my doctor tomorrow. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”



Carly didn’t mention how physically and emotionally exhausted she felt. Between dealing with Eric and things going on at work her body took all that it can. All she wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower and go to sleep. She wished that she could forget about today. Heck, she wished she could forget about the past five years. The rain began to fall harder as she boarded the bus. She sat down, leaned her head against the window. She heard her cell phone ringing in her purse, but she didn’t want to answer it. She knew it was Eric. She was sick and tired of all his broken promises. And the jealousy of his ex-girlfriend, Jenna. She lives in California, but cannot seem to let Eric leave his own life separate from her. She keeps telling Eric that she is moving to New York and will get back together with Eric. She is always calling him, and at the most inopportune times. There was that time when Eric and Carly were in the throes of passion, and Jenna called Eric. And he had the nerve to go and answer the phone and talk to her for like 30 minutes. That irked Carly to no end. She and Eric got into a huge argument and didn’t speak to each other for two days after that. He tried calling her, sending flowers, and begged her to come back to him. He promised to change his phone number. Against her better judgment, Carly accepted Eric back. He did everything he can to reassure Carly that she was the only woman for him. He didn’t understand it wasn’t that she was insecure about where Eric’s loyalties laid, but that Jenna was so clingy and had no respect for Eric and his boundaries and his relationship with her. Carly never met Jenna, but she didn’t think she hated a woman more than Jenna. They dates only a year, but the way Jenna holds onto Eric , one would think they were together for a lifetime and shared a couple of kids together. It was unnerving how from 3,000 miles away Jenna still controlled Eric. He moved away because of a better job opportunity. But he was very glad to get away from the iron hold Jenna had on him. She was extremely insecure and clingy and never trusted Eric, although Eric never gave her any reason to distrustful. In fact, it was Jenna that slept around with many guys, swearing up and down she did it because in her delusional view of the world, Eric cheated on her. She even wound up with the clap, and gave it to Eric. He was totally shocked and disgusted by her. Until he was given this lovely gift from Jenna, Eric had no idea that Jenna slept around.. He even found out he was trying to sleep with his brother, Seth. Seth out right refused Jenna He didn’t want to tell his brother because he didn’t want to be the one to bring bad news to Eric. Instead, he lectured Jenna about her actions and how she needs to stop because Eric is a wonderful person and doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. Jenna tried to convince Seth that Eric fucked every girl he met and he was the one who couldn’t be trusted.



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Carly smiled at Matthew and allowed him to move even closer to her. She felt very flirtatious. Liam and Daniela were completely focused on each other, and Matthew was getting very focused on Carly. Matthew emptied his beer and then stood up. He held Carly by the hand. “Come, dance with me, beautiful.” Carly got up, too and let Matthew guide her to the dance floor on the lower level of the bar.. She was happy to do so because she wasn’t in the mood to sit at the bar and talk. She wanted to get physical with Matthew. The hard, pulsating beat of the song that played vibrated through Carly’s body. She moved her body to the music, very aware of how she felt and of Matthew’s eyes roaming over it. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body. Her breasts were brushing against his chest. The dance floor was packed . A man sandwiched up against Carly from behind, but Matthew pulled her closer and gestured to the man to move away from her. Usually macho behavior like that would piss Carly off, but it turned her on when Matthew did it. She wanted him to be possessive. To be masculine. To wrap his strong arms around her. She wanted to feel raw and sexual. She allowed Matthew’s hands roam over her body as they danced. As they gyrated to the pulse of the music, Carly felt Matthew’s hardness against her thigh. The combination of alcohol, club music, hundreds of sweaty strangers packed against each other and Matthew’s gentle but strong hands all over her body on the dance floor lifted all of Carly’s inhibitions. Carly can tell the same went for Matthew. He, like Carly, was a hard working professional during the day, but tonight, on this night, both were living in the moment. Getting swept up in the heat and sex of each other. It was uncharacteristic for Carly, and for Matthew, too, she assumed, but she didn’t want to think about being rational .Or practical. Or about consequences. Especially since she felt Matthew’s hot breath against her neck. As she lifted her head up, she felt Matthew’s soft lips kiss her neck. He then kissed her behind her ear as he pulled her tight against him. Carly placed one hand on Matthew's well-defined chest, gazing into his eyes. His dark, smoldering eyes went right through Carly to her soul. He was about a head taller than Carly. She always enjoyed tall men. They made her feel safe for some silly reason. Matthew looked down into Carly’s face. The lusty look in his eyes turned Carly on even more. Then she fell Matthew’s mouth on hers, kissing softly at first as his hand found its way to her butt. He squeezed it as Carly pushed her crotch against Mattew’s. She was beginning to understand why it is said that dancing with someone is a form of a sex. Or foreplay. It was intimate, physical, exciting, intense. Add music with hot beats and suggestive lyrics and two beautiful strangers grinding against each other, hands groping and mouths exploring, it is sex. The exhibitionist in Carly was enjoying every minute of it. She saw others around her looking over at her and Matthew.. She knew her top was slipping down, exposing her flimsy red lace bra. Her breasts were small and firm, and almost fully exposed. She could tell Matthew was very excited. He gazed at her breasts, her face, her eyes, and then buried his face in her hair. He was saying something to Carly, but she couldn’t hear it well because of the loud music. She heard it in clips. “Mmmm......beautiful.....I love the way you taste .... smell.....want more.” She felt him cup one of her breasts and let him flick a thumb over her nipple. He looked at her hungrily. He slipped a hand into the waist band of her skirt and fingered the top of her thong. He traced it to the middle of her utt. The feel of his hand on her bare skin was almost too much to stand. She was enjoying the teasing, the public displays of raw sexuality. She hadn’t had a one night stand since college. She lived her life cautiously. She wanted sex, but didn’t feel sexual. Men interested her, but she didn’t have the energy to put herself out there emotionally and physically. All the men she dated or had sex with would up breaking her heart. She didn’t trust anyone. But tonight she wanted to trust that Matthew would please her. Would make her feel sexy. And wanted. Desired. Lusted after. And he made her feel that way. And after only two hours. Carly didn’t expect that a night out with two friends would lead her to what might be the best sex she ever had. She never felt more alive.



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As she reached over to her snooze button, Carly dreaded the day. She was still emotionally drained from the day before. She was exhausted. Her stomach hurt. She was used to it though. Used to the pain. And uncertainty. She wanted to be a happy person. She was happy as a child. She was surrounded by love and happiness. Her parents, Michelle and Robert, adored their little girl. She would tag along with her big brother, Brett as he would play baseball and football with his friends. He was three years older than Carly, but treated her like a peer. Brett discovered that Carly was a pretty good catcher, so he told his friends she was going to be on their baseball team. She loved it on the field with her brother. Those neighborhood games in their White Plains neighborhood were some of the best childhood memories for Carly. She never understood why Brett was so patient with her, but loved him for it. He stood up for her when the other guys on the team teased her and told her she couldn’t be on the team because she was a girl. He was taller than most of the other guys, but didn’t use his height to intimidate. Carly grew up, side by side with Brett, growing into well-adjusted, happy young adults. The great respect Carly and Brett had for each other grew and matured into their adulthood.



Brett was easily the most popular guy in their high school. He had many girlfriends. And he treated them with respect, even when he was a young teenager. Carly wasn’t quite as popular in high school. For some reason unknown to Carly at the time, she was very shy. Like all teenage girls, she had body image problems. She felt fat among the cheerleaders and the track runners and the field hockey players. She injured her shoulder when she was young, playing touch football that turned into a tackle football game at a family gathering with her brother and other male family members. Her cousin, Josh, two years older. 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than Carly, jumped up to try to catch the football before Carly did. He did catch the ball, (but only because he was taller than Carly, she insisted, on the way to the hospital that day), and knocked Carly to the ground , the upper part of his body landing sqaurely on Carly’s left shoulder as she she was sprawled on the grass. She heard the ‘sna’ sound distinctly, feeling her shoulder separate from its socket, the ligaments tearing. It is a pain that she remembers vividly, even 15 years later. She had to go through weeks of physical therapy after that. It was scary and painful. But her physical therapist, Sarah , was a gentle person who said and did the right things to comfort Carly through the most painful of exercises. Sarah would talk to things to help Carly keep her mind off of the pain. They talked about Brett, boys, food, and tv shows. Sarah was more than a therapist to Carly. She was a source of comfort and a friend. She inspired Carly to heal with love, as well, and she decided to study physical therapy in college. Being a physical therapist gave Carly a sense of pride and purpose. Sometimes her old shoulder injury made it difficult for her to perform some exercises with clients, but she knew if it weren’t for Sarah, she wouldn’t have been able to do them at all, never mind be a physical therapist. She had to limit her activity after she hurt her shoulder. So that meant no more baseball and football with her brother and his friends. This made Carly very sad. She bonded with Brett with sports. She played every now and then, but was never the catcher again. Throwing the ball aggravated her shoulder. It would swell up. Then Sarah would get mad at her. She didn’t want anyone mad at her. Carly missed playing with her brother. They did a lot of other things together, but wasn’t the same as being on his team, playing with him, rooting each other on the field. Soon Carly didn’t play at all. She would watch. But that made her sad. So she stopped going outside all together. She was mad at Josh for being so clumsy and competitive. She stayed inside after school and on weekends, eating junk food and watching inane talk shows. In spite of herself, Carly grew into a beautiful young lady. But the combination of the injury, her self-isolation, and an extra 10- 15 pounds Carly seemed to always carry around, Carly also grew into a very sad young lady. The summer she got injured was also the last summer she had with Brett before he went off to college.

Carly got out of bed. Her back and shoulder ached. She couldn’t wait to get into a hot shower. It was going to be a busy day today at work.. She had a full work load today. She already felt overwhelmed. Eric was hard on her mind. She wanted to stop thinking about him. But everything around her reminded her of Eric. The soap dish on the bathroom sink they picked out together while in Bed, bath and beyond. They enjoyed a sensual bubble bath together with the raspberry scented bubble bath she bought In Bath and Body works. He helped her put up the blinds in the bedroom and helped pick out the curtains in the kitchen. He bought her the wok, and enjoyed many vegetable and tofu stir fried dinners together on the dishes he bought her. He was very kind and generous, when he had the time.



Arriving at the hospital she worked in, she passed by Felipe, an orderly that had a crush on her. He was good looking and sweet, but 10 years younger than Carly, and she swore off younger men a long time ago.



“Hello, Carly. Looking gorgeous as ever. Let’s get lunch later??”



Carly smiled at Felipe. “Thanks. But I am going to be busy right through lunch. I’ll talk to you later?”





“I’ll bring you some coffee, ok?”



“Thanks, Felipe. You always know what I need..”



As she stepped into her office, it felt very stuffy to Carly. She headed to the window, and opening it. It was late September in New York City, but the past few days the temperatures were up near 70. An Indian summer. It was a relief to Carly to have such warm weather. She dreaded when the winter hit the city. She hated snow and cold and ice and slush more than mostly anything.



Carly looked over her schedule for the day when she heard a knock on her door. It was Felipe with his coffee. If anything, Felipe was a man of his word.



“Here ya go , gorgeous. Some nice coffee.”



“Thank you, Felipe.”



“What’s wrong, Carly. You look so sad today. Someone as pretty as you should never be sad.”



Carly sat down at her desk. Felipe put the cup of coffee down next to Carly and sat down, too.



“Oh. Its nothing, Felipe. Just didn’t get a good night sleep. My back hurts too. Just not feeling myself. No big deal.”



“Ok. If you say so. If it’s that boyfriend of yours that makes you look like this then I need to have a long discussion with him. He doesn’t know how lucky he is to have a woman like you. I know it. I can tell. If he did, ten you wouldn’t always be looking so sad. I just didn’t want to say anything before. But today, you looked more sad than usual. I don’t like it. You are too good for him and too good to be so sad all the time. I’m going to get going now because I know you are busy. But I am always here if you need to talk. Bye for now.”



“Bye Felipe. Thanks for the coffee”





As Felipe got up to leave, Carly was in a little bit of shock. She didn’t expect such insightfulness from Felipe. She was surprised anyone cared enough to notice her bad moods. She went to get ready for her first client of the day.



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Matthew pulled Carly by the hand away from the dance floor to a quieter corner of the club. “Carly, you are a great dancer. “ He picked Carly up onto a bar stool and kissed her passionately.



“I don’t know what it is, but you drive me wild, Carly. I’m not one to lose control, but my God., you are gorgeous. You feel so good. I want you so bad. I hope that is ok.”



Carly didn’t say anything. She just put her hand on the back of his head and pulled it to hers. He let her kiss her more, his tongue tasting all of her mouth. She traced his lips with her tongue as he pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts, cupping them and fondling her nipples. Carly didn’t care. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. There were a few people around who could see them, but they were all doing the same thing with their partners, in the darkest corners of this club, groping, kissing, fondling, fingering, and fucking. It was hot. It was dirty. It was foreign to Carly. As Matthew’s hand found its way under Carly’s skirt, working its way to the wetness of her crotch, Carly stopped him.



“Let’s not do this here. I want it to be better than just a fuck in a bar. Take me home.”



Matthew didn’t think twice. She helped Carly arrange her clothes where she would be presentable again and grabbed her hand. She led her back downstairs to the coat check. While he was getting their coats, Carly went back to the bar, looking for Daniela. She spotted Liam sitting alone. She walked toward him and tapped him on the shoulder.



“Hey, Liam. Where is Daniela?



“She went to the bathroom. Where you been?”



“Upstairs. Dancing with Matthew. I’m leaving with him. Let Daniela know. Tell her I said congratulations and I’ll call her tomorrow.”



“Oh ok, hun. You get yours, now. Lord knows you deserve it. Just be careful.”



“Thanks” She leaned down and gave Liam a kiss on the cheek and went toward the door where Matthew was waiting for her. She couldn’t wait to be alone with him.



He helped her on with her coat, and held her around her waist as they walked through the parking lot to his car. Carly couldn’t even remember the type of car he drove. She was totally focused on Matthew and getting him to her apartment.



As he held the door open for her and before she got inside the car, he gave her a lustful kiss.



Matthew go into the car. He leaned over to Carly and gave her another hot kiss, working his way up her skirt.



“My God, I can’t keep my hands off of you. You feel so good”, Matthew whispered into Carly’s ear.









“Where do you live, gorgeous?” Matthew asked as his hand caressed Carly’s bare thigh. She could hardly respond as his hand crept under her skirt, between her legs. She was so wet from contact she had with Matthew in the club. This seemed to excite Matthew as he moaned a little feeling Carly’s dampness. He put his hand under her thong, pulling apart the lips and rubbing on her clit.There is nothing more Carly wanted than to let Matthew finger her right there in his car in the middle of the parking lot, but as Matthew was beginning to feel how wet she was, she stopped him.



“I live in the village.” Carly managed to moan out.



“Let’s get out of here. Let’s get to my place and you can do whatever you want with me.”



Matthew drove like a bat out of hell from the parking lot.







As Matthew drove downtown, his hand was still working Carly in her panties. She hardly noticed when he drove past the turn to her apartment building.





“Turn back and then to the left. I live down there.” She pulled Matthew’s hand away so she could concentrate and tell Matthew the right address. She was so worked up and numb from pleasure that talking was difficult. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself.



“There, Matthew. That building there.”



Luckily there was a parking space nearby, which is almost unheard of in New York City.. As Matthew parked the car, Carly took another deep breath. She had never done something like this before. Picking up guys and bringing them home was what other girls did. Loose women. Sluts. Hos. Desperate women. But Carly knew she was none of those things. She was caught up in the moment. With an exceedingly hot man who thought she was exceedingly hot. They got out of the car and walked toward the building. Matthew stopped short before they got to the lobby doorway.



“Carly, I want to make sure this is ok with you. I think you are absolutely beautiful. I never do this, but something tells me it is something good. You are gorgeous. I want you so bad. I have to be honest. I just want to make sure you want it to.”



It struck Carly how strange the situation was to her. Here was Matthew, a perfect man, asking her if it was ok to have sex with her after only knowing each other a few hours. She didn’t say anything. She took Matthew by the hand and led him to her apartment. Once inside he led her straight to her bedroom. She never wanted anything in her life more than she wanted Matthew right that moment.



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It was already 9:00 and Carly had to get ready for her first client of the day. Mr. Dennison broke his wrist two months ago and he lost flexibility in it, so Carly was helping him with it.



Then at 10:00, there was Sam, a young college student who shattered his elbow slipping on a bag that was over his girlfriend’s shoe as he was getting up from an air mattress. At her apartment. He fell back onto his hand, the impact of his weight on his had on the half-deflated air mattress cause the bones in the lower part of his arm to completely impact into the other bones. It took 10 hours of surgery and 20 pins to put his arm back together. After several weeks of rest and pain medication, his arm was healed, for the most part, but he couldn’t fully extend his arm straight out in front of him, at an 180 degree angle. Instead, the full extension of his arm was only about 160 degrees. It was Carly’s job to help Sam increase his extension and flexibility.



Then at 11:00, there was Melissa, a 16 year old high school student that broke her ankle which didn’t heal very well and it caused her a lot of pain to walk and run on it. Tall, lean, blonde haired and blue eyed, Melissa was very athletic young lady and was on the track team. She was on the field hockey team as a freshman, and has expressed interest in joining the baseball team.. She reminded Carly of herself when she was younger But strangely enough, her injury was non-sports related. She fell down some stairs at home, landing on her foot and ankle in a matter that caused fractures to both. She was in a cast for 6 weeks, and two weeks after that, started physical therapy with Carly. Melissa took her injury very well, and she complied with all her exercises that Carly asked her to do, no matter how painful it was for Melissa. This was her second week in physical therapy and Melissa and Carly were noticing a lot of improvement. Melissa had a very shy personality, and although she had a beautiful smile, she barely did so. She never talked unless someone talked to her first. From what information she shared with Carly, Melissa lived with her mother, a defense attorney, and her step-father, a corrections officer, in a condo on the Upper East side. The hospital was near her mother’s office. She was a curt woman who didn’t show much emotion. Carly assumed it was the lawyer in her, always keeping an authoritative and not overtly emotional air about her.



After lunch, Carly had two more clients to see and then she was going to over to meet Daniela for some coffee. She was looking forward to it. She had a lot to talk to Daniela about.

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Carly fumbled for her keys from her purse as Matthew’s hands were planted firmly on her ass, rubbing it all around. She finally got the door open and barely got a chance to take her coat off and her purse down before Matthew pushed her up against the wall, kissing her deeply and passionately while rubbing his body against hers. His hand found its way under her skirt, again, this time, rubbing the outside lips and finding her clit again, began rubbing it, and then as he felt Carly get wetter, pushed one finger inside of her. Carly moaned, as she felt Matthew's tongue finding its way deep into her mouth. She couldn't believe how unbelievably turned on she was. Matthew's hands rubbed her sides and then fumbled as he pulled her top over her head. He rubbed the front of her breast over her bra, teasing the nipples as he nuzzled her neck. He pushed her against the wall, and Carly felt how hugely turned-on he was. She enjoyed it as he kissed and nibbled her neck, finding his way down to her swollen breasts, sliding her bra down to fully expose them. Matthew cupped one breast as her tongue flicked over the other nipple. Carly moaned softly and she raised her head up and kissed his neck as he started unbuttoning his shirt.As she did that, Matthew unbuckled his belt. Carly then grabbed him by his hands and led him into her bedroom. Once in there , it was a frenzy of arms and legs and tongues and heads and stripping of clothes. Matthew's hands caressed every inch of Carly's body. He then again found his way down to her wetness. He led out a moan as he felt how soaked Carly was. Carly gasped a little as he fingered her clit and inside of her pussy. She reached over to caress Matthew's huge, thick shaft. It felt so good and majestic in Carly's hand. Matthew wiggled a bit as her hand went up and then the shaft and up again to grasp the sensitive, pink head. He moaned and said to Carly 'Oh my God, Carly You feel so amazing to me. I want to taste you so bad." He kissed her deeply, passionately, as he worked down her soft body, lingering in the rapture of her curves and crevices. Carly took deep breaths of sheer pleasure. Every nerve ending in her body was awake from Matthew's touch. He nibbled her left nipple as his hands worked her pussy, fingering, rubbing it. Carly couldn't remember being this turned on and wet with any other man she been with. The feel of Matthew's strong, muscular body on top of hers was almost too much for her to bear. Sex with Eric had always been good, but she couldn't believe it could be THIS good. Carly felt Matthew's warm breath on her abdomen as he pushed two fingers deep in her wet pussy. She then felt his mouth over her swollen, pink lips, as he licked each side of them. This sent a shiver up Carly's spine. Matthew's scent and his mouth on her most intimate spot made Carly feel a bit dizzy. She was in pure ecstasy, and welcomed it, allowed it, for the fist time in her life. Pure abandonment and hedonism. It was incredible. It was liberating.