Jennifer came home the next day, much to her mother's horror, both for having a large swollen ankle and for not staying with David as long as she could manage. Mrs. Bennett's horror continued to escalate when Laurel came from her father's study with the news that she'd just received an email from Luca Izambard, business partner of her late father.
"What in the world could be possibly want?" Margaret exploded.
"His son is coming to Willow Springs and he implied that he would be staying with us." Laurel answered.
"Absolutely out of the question!"
"Mom, I know it won't be an ideal situation, but I don't see a graceful alternative."
"What does he want with us?"
"Mr. Izambard was not very clear. I don't think he speaks the best English."
Margaret looked on the verge of tears but finally said, "When does he arrive?"
He arrived two weeks later, the first week of November. Laurel opened the door and was stunned to see an absolutely beautiful man standing in front of her.
He extended his hand and took Laurel's and kissed it.
"Bonjour, mon cherie."
"Mr. Izambard welcome to Willow Springs."
"Please, call me Sebastien. And you must be Lar-rell"
"Yes, please come in."
Laurel showed him to the sitting room then went to find her mother and sisters. Jennifer went in first to talk to him while Laurel found their mother. Laurel finally convinced Margaret to come down and meet Sebastien.
Margaret walked into the living room very bitterly, but her frown disappeared when she saw the man sitting on the sofa. Margaret sat joyfully next to him and he gave her a similar French greeting. Jennifer pulled Laurel to side of the room.
"Laurel, have you talked to him at all?"
"No, he just got here."
"He may be gorgeous, but his father is the reason that our father is dead."
"I know. Let's just get through this visit as fast as we possibly can."
All their hearts dropped when Sebastien announced he planned to stay until just before Christmas- almost a month and a half.
That afternoon, Laurel convinced Cydalia and Katarina to come with her to give Sebastien a tour of the town. For November, the weather was incredibly balmy so they went by bicycle.
Cyd and Kat were still obsessing over the soccer players in town for the winter and knew all the places they hung out and dragged Sebastien with them. He seemed happy to oblige them. Laurel actually had a few things to pick up so she said she'd catch up. She posted a letter then set off to find her sisters and their guest. She was riding down the main street quickly and saw a man come out of the ice cream shop. She saw him look to his right and thought he'd seen her coming, but he stepped into the street right in front of Laurel's speeding bike. She screamed but it was too late to hit the brakes. She hit him full force. She fell off her bike. His ice cream flew into the air. They both crumbled to the ground and the ice cream landed in splatters over both of them.
It took a moment for Laurel to open her eyes but when she did there was an extremely handsome man looking down at her.
"Are you all right?" the man had a thick Spanish accent.
"Yes. Are you?"
"Quite all right, just regretful that I didn't listen to my mother and always look both ways before crossing the street." He chuckled deeply as he helped Laurel to her feet.
Laurel realized that his ice cream was all over both of them.
"Oh, I've ruined your ice cream cone!"
"The fault was completely mine. I was not looking where I was going."
"Please let me buy you a new one."
"Only if I can buy you one as an apology for my lack of alertness" he answered winking. Laurel agreed and they lifted her bike to the sidewalk before going back into the ice cream shop.
The man was Carlos Marin and he was an athletic trainer for the New York Nebulas soccer team that had preseason practice in town. He had been born in Spain, but spent a large part of his childhood in Switzerland.
They got their ice cream and left the shop.
"Laurel, I feel like I've done enough damage for the day, but I'd regret if I didn't ask you-"
"Laurel!" they were interrupted by David calling from his motorcycle on the road. Urs was right behind him. Laurel approached the Harleys and Carlos followed.
"Hello David," Laurel greeted him.
"Is Jennifer out with you today?" He asked. Laurel knew David had seen Jennifer just that morning since she's stayed the night with him. Jennifer had stayed the night with David quite a few times in the last two weeks, most times coming home looking like she hadn't slept at all.
"I'm sorry to disappoint, but she stayed in today." David's face fell. Laurel changed the subject. "David, this is Carlos Marin; he's with the Nebulas."
David nodded a greeting and Laurel started to introduce Urs, but stopped when she saw the way Urs was staring at Carlos. Urs revved the engine of his motor bike and sped off past David. David shrugged and excused himself following his friend.
Laurel looked at Carlos for an explanation, but he did not seem to want to talk about it. He continued what he was saying before.
"Laurel, I know I would regret if I didn't ask you if I could call you sometime."
Laurel smiled coyly. "I think I would like that."
They exchanged numbers with the promise to be in contact soon.
As Carlos walked away Cydalia, Kat and Sebastien came walking up.
"Who in the world was that hunk of a man?" Cyd asked.
Laurel didn't answer, just smiled.
Laurel was disappointed when Carlos didn't call that week. Half way through the next she had finally put him out of her mind when at last he called and asked her to dinner. She gladly accepted and decided to forgive the tardiness of the request.
They went out the following night. Laurel was overwhelmed by the butterflies that he brought to her stomach. He was an extremely attractive man. He had thick black hair that curled over his forehead and olive skin that gave away his upbringing on the Southern coasts of Spain. Laurel found his accent most intoxicating and couldn't resist observing how he formed his words. They spilled out of his mouth like rich coffee into a mug.
The evening was over far too soon. Carlos drove her home and got out to walk her to the door. At the doorstep he stopped her and said, "Laurel, I must tell you I've never been so happy to have been run over because it meant I met you."
"I agree," Laurel smiled but stopped when she realized Carlos had taken her hand. She glanced down at it then back up and into his coffee brown eyes.
"Are you planning to kiss me Mr. Marin?" Laurel asked.
"If you could forgive me for being so bold," he replied in his deep baritone.
"I must warn you to look both ways before you do."
"The coast is clear."
Carlos lowered his face to Laurel's and kissed her. He brushed his fingers along her jaw and ran a hand on to her neck and wove his fingers into her hair. Laurel was intoxicated by him and kissed him back, wrapping her own hands around his waist.
Carlos pulled back and looked into Laurel's eyes, "Should we go inside?"
Laurel laughed, "I don't think so."
"Do you really want this to end?" he asked and before she could answer he was kissing her again. He caressed her head with his fingers tips and ran the tip of his tongue along her lips.
Laurel felt her resolve slipping and her panties getting wet. She had been in quite a dry spell.
"Carlos, I think we should say good night," she said softly. Yet she did nothing to move away from his body.
"Why say good night when we could say good morning?"
Laurel laughed, "That was actually a really good line," she conceded. Laurel glanced at the front door. The house was dark and quiet; it was late and she assumed everyone must be asleep by now.
"You can come up to my room...but we have to be quiet!"
Laurel slipped her key in the door and led Carlos in. She slipped her shoes off and but whispered for Carlos to leave his on. She didn't want one of her sisters to see some man's shoes in the foyer in the morning. They tiptoed up the stairs past her younger sisters rooms to Laurel's room. They snuck inside and Carlos was kissing her the moment the door clicked shut. Laurel reached behind her to lock the door before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him back.
Carlos dropped his hands to Laurel's butt, squeezing it through her jeans. Laurel shrugged off her sweater and pulled at the neck of Carlos' shirt. They broke their kiss just long enough to get both their t-shirts off their bodies. Laurel's hands went to Carlos' belt. She quickly undid the buckle and his jeans closure. She dropped to her knees in front of him and yanked the jeans and his black boxer briefs down to his ankles. She didn't even give him time to step out of the pool of fabric before she had her mouth around his cock, thick and veiny five inches.
Carlos moaned loudly and Laurel pulled off to shush him.
"Don't you dare wake my sisters!" she whispered.
He smiled down at her and lacing a hand into her hair pulled her mouth back to his rigid cock. He guided her back and forth on his member faster and faster until she gagged. Normally Laurel wasn't into rough blowjobs, especially the first time she slept with someone but her adrenaline was pumping way too high to stop now.
She pulled her mouth from Carlos' crotch and pushed him toward the bed, "lay down," she whispered and he readily obliged. Laurel unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down along with the red thong she wore. She was glad the lights were out so he wouldn't see her unkempt pubic hair. She looked at Carlos on the bed, his hands thrown back behind his head and his erect cock sticking straight up from his hips.
Laurel approached and stopped at her dresser to pull out a condom.
"Oh, we don't need that; I never use them," Carlos told her when she got on the bed next to him.
Laurel cocked one eyebrow at him, "We use this or you can put your pants on and go home."
