So, it turns out we have a little of both love and lust happening in our little tale. Things are definitely heating up for our hero. What's going to happen next? Read on, friends and share this adventure with me because I'm really just winging it on this one. Also, please don't give me too much grief about the Spanish in this chapter. I only took one year of it in high school, and I used Google translate. Loving the comments and ratings so far. Keep them civil and keep them coming. Enjoy!
After he completed his workday, Elliot returned home showered and changed, then drove to Cari's apartment. He had messaged her earlier that afternoon, letting her know about Yvonne's invitation to taste her Mexican goodies, and asking if he could stop her place after work. She acquiesced and told him to be there by six-thirty that evening. Upon arrival, he knocked on her front door and she answered quickly.
"Hi, good lookin'," he said when the door opened, and she pulled him inside and kissed him passionately. "Wow!" he exclaimed when the kiss completed. "I'll be sure to drop over every day after work if that's going to be my greeting from now on."
"It can be, if you'd like," Cari answered playfully. "And much more. This bet won't go on forever and will probably end sooner than you think."
"Did something happen?" Elliot asked. "I thought there were a lot more women involved."
"Well, there are," she continued, "but there isn't much money left after first, second, and third place claimed their winnings. Maybe enough for five or six more to get their money back."
"Soon to be four or five after tonight," he corrected. "You're still OK with this, right?"
"Yes," she said, "but I'll be glad when it's over. It's amazing how my outlook has changed since this all started."
"Yours and mine both!" he agreed. "I really had no idea that many women found me attractive. It's changed my perspective on a lot of ideas I had about myself. But it hasn't changed how I feel about you, Cari."
"I feel the same, El," she concurred. "Now, about Yvonne. I want you to do something for me when you go to her place tonight."
"For you, anything," he replied. "What would you like me to do?"
"Well," she began, "my viewpoint on Yvonne has flipped since the whole Doreen thing. I didn't care much for Yvonne when this started. She was outspoken, arrogant, and just all-around obnoxious, I guess. After I found out what happened with you and Doreen, I was a mess. Yvonne was the only one who listened to me when I was down, and she held me when I was crying my eyes out. She really became a good friend after that."
"Sweetie," Elliot interrupted, "I feel like I need to apologize again for what happened that night. I..."
"No, no!" Cari stopped his regret. "That's not why I'm telling you this. You've apologized and I've forgiven you and that's the end of it. What I wanted to tell you was that Yvonne has had a hard life. Her family emigrated from Mexico three months before she was born. They settled in Iowa and scraped out a living, but they didn't have much. Her father left for work one night and never returned. No one knows what happened to him, but the family thinks he either went back to Mexico or he got in bad with the wrong people and they killed him."
"Killed him?!" Elliot repeated. "Why would they kill him?"
"Yvonne said he liked to gamble- y'know, craps and poker in some shady places like back alleys and abandoned warehouses. He was trying to make extra money for his family. She said her mother knew but never said anything. They think he got down then borrowed from the sharks to try to get even but lost bad. I've heard those sharks don't care about a wife or kids. They just want their money."
"That's horrible, babe," Elliot said solemnly. "I couldn't imagine what she's been through. So, what did you want me to do?"
"El," she continued, "I want you to go to her place tonight, have some good authentic south-of-the-border food, and then show her the best time that you can. Put a smile on her face like you do with me every day."
"I'll do my best," Elliot assured her. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but after this is all said and done, I think I may need to go to church to thank the Man upstairs."
"You may want to think about going to Confession first," Cari added. "After what you told me about Amy and Danielle, you may need to ask someone for forgiveness!" She laughed at her own joke and Elliot joined her. "Now, you have to leave in a little bit to get to Yvonne's, but before you go, I'd like to give you two things."
"Oooooh, presents?" Elliot asked. "Whatever could they be?" he rubbed his hands together like a kid about to rob a candy store.
"The first thing is this," Cari reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver object. "It's a key to my apartment. I want you to feel free to come and go as you please here. I do hope there will be more 'coming' than going though," she said with a wink.
"Thank you, Cari," he said then kissed the beautiful redhead.
"I don't want you to feel that you need to reciprocate and give me a key to your place," she reassured him. "That's not why I gave you mine. I want you to feel comfortable here."
"I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to trust me with this," he said as he held the key up for both to see. "No secrets between us. I'd give you my key but it's the only one I have. I'll get one made though. Not because you gave me yours, but because you deserve it. And Maxx really likes you. Maybe some day we won't need these keys. Or separate places."
"I'd like that too," she consented. "Let's see how things go. But I do know I like waking up next to you in the morning. Now, for the second gift."
"You don't need to give me anything else, babe," Elliot assured her. "I have everything I want."
"Yeah, I need to give you this," she countered then knelt on the living room carpet and unzipped Elliot's jeans. She reached into his pants and pulled out his stiffening member. "We've had sex enough for me to know that you're a second-time-lasts-forever type of guy. And I want you to go all night with Yvonne." Cari placed her lips around Elliot's hard rod and sucked him into her mouth. Elliot stood in the middle of the living room and moaned softly as his lover took him deep into her mouth and throat, choking slightly as his head tickled her tonsils and uvula.
Cari's tongue swirled around his hardness then she pushed herself forward and took him completely into her tight throat. Her tongue shot out and swiped over his scrotum, causing Elliot to exhale sharply before his orgasm began.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried as his ejaculate shot out of him and into Cari's mouth. She held him in her mouth and swallowed what he gave her, all the while looking up at him and maintaining eye contact, her sultry green eyes full of lust for her man. When he finished, Cari slowly backed him out of her mouth then squeezed the last few drops from his softening dick. She caught the last of it on her tongue and swallowed one last time before standing up.
"Better go to the bathroom and get yourself together, lover," she ordered him. "You have a date tonight, remember?"
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Elliot composed himself in Cari's bathroom, making sure he washed himself in all the critical areas. He kissed Cari goodbye then drove to the address that Yvonne had messaged him earlier in the day. Her home was situated in a part of town that Elliot had tried to avoid most of his life. The houses surrounding Yvonne's were dilapidated to be kind. Two or three had been burned out and stripped of copper plumbing and wire for scrap. A rusted car from a bygone age sat on blocks in one of the overgrown front yards, its windshield spiderwebbed from numerous rock hits.
Yvonne's home, however, was the exception on the block. Behind a tall, black wrought iron fence, her house gleamed white in the dim streetlamp glow. Green shutters adorned the windows and yellow flowerboxes sat on the outside sills waiting for spring to arrive so that they could show off their perennial blooms. Elliot saw a buzzer on the gate and pressed the button.
"Who's there?!" a tough voice came over the loudspeaker and Elliot jumped slightly at the response.
"Yvonne?" he questioned. "It's me. Elliot. Am I early?"
"No, bebe," the voice came again, softer and sultrier than before. "You're right on time. I'll buzz you in."
Elliot heard the buzzer again followed by the click of the gate latch opening. He pushed on the iron and the gate swung open easily, like it had recently been oiled. "Make sure you close it tight, bebe..." Yvonne said through the intercom. Elliot did as he was told then walked to the front steps.
When the door opened, Elliot was taken aback by what greeted him. The sweater and skirt that she had been wearing earlier was the nicest clothing he had ever seen her wear. Most days at work she was clad in jeans and a black T-shirt. Tonight, Yvonne had on a sleeveless red dress that accentuated her beauty. Her B-cup breasts weren't big, but they were high and perky on her chest. The hem of the dress was short and frilly, and Elliot could spy the lower curves of her nice round butt.
"Yvonne..." Elliot started as he took in her sights, "you're a vision, darlin'. That dress is... it's amazing!"
