Everybody Loves Raymond: Debra's Big Weekend
Saturday Morning
Bright light. Where was it coming from, Debra wondered. She fought against the haze and sluggishness, finally opening her eyes and waking up, still exhausted from...what? She lay in bed, realizing that the light was from outside. What time was it? How late had she slept? She looked over at the bedside table at the clock; 9:34, it said, its little red numbers placidly staring back at her. 9:34? When was the last time she'd slept this late? She couldn't remember. She lay there and turned over on her side, groaning slightly as she did. She was sore, she had a horrible taste in her mouth, and as she lay there vaguely wondering why this was so she suddenly realized that she was naked...and it all came rushing back to her. Her big weekend alone, the trip to the store, Marco, his visit last night...everything. She blushed a deep red at the memory of her behavior, and sitting up, wincing at the pain between her legs and in her backside, she stared at the mess that was her sheets...a now dry mess of fluids that she'd simply passed out in, exhausted from three hours of the most fantastic, hard-core, mind-blowing and nasty sex she'd ever had. Oh, God, what had she done? What had she allowed to be done to her? She, who had always believed that the best sex between a man and woman came from a partnership where both were equal, and neither dominant? Had she really done those things? Allowed a man half her age to do things to her that only the lowliest whore would allow? Not only allowed, but shamelessly begged for on her knees? Memories came flooding back, minor sensory images from last night, memories of taste, touch, smell, sight and sound.
She pushed them down for now, and slowly and painfully, she got out of bed, gingerly walking down the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the water, filling her tub and adding some mild soap to it (no telling what the stronger stuff would feel like on her abused nether regions), and as it filled, she stood there, looking at herself in the mirror. She saw a tired, sore woman, a woman who'd done things she would be ashamed of for the rest of her days. But, she also saw a woman newly invigorated, a woman made keenly aware of her sexuality and her appetite for a good, hard fuck...and for much, much more. The water was about right, and she turned it off, stepping into the tub and settling herself down. It hurt a bit at first, especially on her behind...it felt strangely stretched, and blushing, she knew it had good reason to. Again, the memories flashed by, and she allowed them to for a second: the site of Marco's face and dark, penetrating eyes, the pungent smell of his body, the tickle on her nose of his pubic hair as she sucked his cock, the gagging and slurping sounds she made to please him when he fucked her mouth, the taste of his semen on her tongue (and oh, the memory of how it got there!), the feel of it on her face and in her hair...all this and more flooded back, in a kaleidoscope of images, each blurring by in a swirling mass. She blushed again, forcing herself to remember the entire event, and was again shocked and embarrassed by her behavior.
She had to face facts and deal with it; she'd had an affair, something she never seriously believed she would. Not only that, but she'd had it with a man not half her age, a boy really, just turned 19. She didn't even know his last name, had in fact only met him once, and yet had done things with him she'd never done with anyone else, had begged him on her knees like a shameless whore to do things to her she'd always believed to be degrading to women. She closed her eyes again, moaning in despair at the thought of how she'd let this man, this boy, this stranger take her in the ways he had, how he'd fucked her like a complete slut, and how he'd cum, unprotected, in her every orifice. Was he clean? Would she need to go into the city to a clinic for a check, for God's sake? And worse, could she be pregnant? She'd used no protection, hadn't wanted any, would have fought like a mad woman had he dared try to use anything that kept his bare cock from her at the time. How the hell had this happened? She did a quick mental check; what time of the month was it for her? Thinking for a second, she sighed with relief; it wasn't likely she'd gotten pregnant, not now. After the difficulty she'd had getting pregnant in the first place, she was almost positive she wouldn't be now.
Still, how had this man gotten to her so quickly and completely? How had she gone from watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine to ending up lying naked and sore in sheets soaked with her own wetness and his copious semen, her face covered in dried cum and her stretched, abused anus and sex leaking it by what felt was the bucket full? She lay back, letting the hot water ease her soreness, and remembered...
Friday Afternoon
Debra shut the van door and sighed with pleasure. She'd done it! After months and months, she'd finally done it! She had a full weekend to herself, something she couldn't remember when she'd had last. Even better this time was that it was such a surprise, because it was unexpected. She'd known for weeks that Frank and Marie where taking the kids to Jersey for a week to visit some family they had there, and she was as happy for the kids as she was for herself. For all their faults, Frank and Marie were great to the boys and Allie, and this last trip before school started back would be good for them. Shed' planned to spend that week they were gone getting some cleaning done (doubtless Marie would sneer at the thought, the old witch), and spending some time with Ray. Then she found out that Robert was going off to a police training program in San Diego for the week, and that Amy was going with him. Even better! She loved Robert and Amy, but Robert invariably showed up at the wrong times and Ray never seemed to know how to get him to stop. So, she was really looking forward to a peaceful week.
Then, the final piece of the puzzle...Ray had gotten a call that morning from the office. A sick colleague couldn't go to an important interview with some ball player from Chicago, so Ray had to take it. They'd packed in a frenzy, gotten him a ticket and booked a hotel, and rushed him to the airport so quickly that she hadn't had time to really think about what it meant. Ray would be gone until Monday afternoon, when she had to pick him up from his flight. She had an entire weekend to herself! She was giddy at the thought, and nearly pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She whooped out loud, and as she drove away from the departure lot, she started planning her weekend. First, she'd stop at the video store and pick up a couple of good movies...maybe Dying Young and My Life, both good tear-jerkers, the kind Ray wouldn't watch. Then she'd run by the A&P, pick up some stuff for the weekend (including a bottle of her favorite wine), and settle in for the next two days. She planned to go nowhere, and to enjoy her private time while she had it.
After a quick and uneventful trip to the video store, she stopped by the A&P. Quickly getting what she needed, she made small talk with some of the people she knew in the store. Peggy told her about the upcoming PTA drive, reminding Debra that someone would drop by the house to ask her for help this year on the fundraising committee. Inwardly she seethed at this...seemed like they always wanted something. But outwardly she was all smiles, and she told Peggy that it would be no problem, she'd be happy, anything for the kids, blah, blah, blah. Finally she made her way to the checkout line, where two teenage boys were checking out and bagging. The one checking out she knew; Anthony, from the local high school. He was a football player, and had met with Ray once for some school project. Not a bad looking kid, she thought with a naughty inward grin. She wasn't sure about the bag-boy, though...he had his back to her, filling the bags of the lady in front of her. She was pretty sure she didn't know him; she didn't remember seeing anyone like him. He was too tall, for one, and had the dark skin of someone who spent a lot of time outside. Maybe a migrant worker, or something, she mused. Dismissing the thought from her mind, she began unloading her purchases on the conveyer.
"Hi, Mrs. Barone," said Anthony cheerfully.
"Hello, Anthony," she replied. "Ready for your first year at college?"
"Sure am", he said. "Thanks to your husband's reference, I got a partial scholarship to NYU. Just got the letter yesterday! My folks are so excited they can't see straight. I'm the first in the family to go to a private school, and they're already convinced I'll be on the Supreme Court one day."