Something Different 26

Nothing was right in Lola's hopeless, unlucky life and it seemed nothing was ever going to change that. At least she ate for free three times a day at her part time job.

While serving lunch at the soup kitchen where she gratefully worked, a very nice, middle-aged man working beside her gave her a genuine, uplifting compliment. He was devilishly handsome and very charming.

"Sure wish I knew you better. You're a remarkable young woman. I love your warm and cozy brown eyes. For wearing little makeup, just a touch of lip gloss, you're a natural beauty."

"Aaw. Thank you. Don't make me blush. It's nice to get such a flattering compliment. That's not me. I guess if you say so. Please, call me Lola. My middle name. I can't stand the name Beatrice. And yours is?"

Brett's heart raced as their eyes remained engaged.

"Sorry. It's just that such astounding beauty has me distracted. Name's Brett. I've been watching you. You're so perfect. So everything and more. You make me feel like a silly love sick little boy again. Lola, I'm all giddy smitten over you. It's your poise. Your grace. That angelic face.

Where was I? Oh yes. Do you live nearby?"

"Gosh Brett. You're making me giddy too. Your smile is terribly infectious.

I'm embarrassed to say this, but I actually live in my car. Have for the past three weeks. But it's broke down and it has a flat tire too. Had to walk for an hour and a half just to get here."

Brett scratched his head. "That's not right. Say, what time do you get off?"

"In about twenty minutes. Why?"

"I have a two thousand ten Honda Civic I don't need anymore. I know it's not the greatest, but it does run well. It's powder blue with a sunroof and a four speed stick shift. A one owner car. Myself. You're welcome to have it real cheap. I think you deserve it more than anyone since I don't have any kids. Of course, I'll have to drive you to my house. It's parked in the driveway."

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Lola's jaw dropped. "Thank you so much. I have like maybe twenty dollars to give you right now."

No worry. I'd do anything for you."

"Brett, I could kiss you!"

"Okay. Right here on the cheek."

Lola jumped up, wrapping her long, spindly legs around his waist. Then she kissed him all over his surprised, happy face.

"Whoa, I'm going through a divorce right now and this wouldn't look right. But I would love to spend some time with you. Here's two twenty dollar bills for some gas so you can get around."

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"There she is. It's all yours."

"I--I can't thank you enough. I need to get a few things from my piece of crap old car first. Brett, I barely know you. But I'd like nothing more than to know you better. Hopefully, a lot better. Maybe, if you want, we can get to know each other over lunch. Or dinner."

"Me too. I'd like that very much. God, you are just way too gorgeous. Wow. My soon to be ex is away on business. She won't be back until Monday. All she cares about is work and money. Love is not included."

"Then, how about now?"

"Lola, yllllllou read my mind."

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"My God, you actually live here? There's so much glass and I love all the red brick and the two stone fireplaces. You have two ovens and an eight burner gas range too? Oh my. Look at the size of that beautiful swimming pool!"

"I know."

"And a Jacuzzi too?"

"Yup. Wanna' take a dip?"

"But what will I wear?"

"No one is going to see you. Or us. When was the last time you skinny dipped? Don't be shy. I'm just as nervous as you are. If you want, you can wear just your bra and panties. Or that flawless skin of yours. I'll bring out some wine glasses and vintage Chardonnay while you wait. Enjoy the warm bubbles. This time, I want a real kiss. A soft, slow kiss."

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"Your long, sandy blond hair is so full, Lola. It almost matches your luscious, bright eyes's lashes.

You don't have to pay me. For the car. So let's have a toast. To you, and a sunny, happier future."

"I'll toast to that. Oh yeah! So Brett, what is it that you do? Besides being an amazing rich guy who volunteers his time at a soup kitchen."

"Well, philanthropy makes me feel..human. Though I gladly do it just be near you. But, heh, real estate has been very, very good to me. When my divorce is finalized, I want to take you on a cruise to Belize. The fabulous water is clear blue and the drinks are cheap. So is everything else. You'll absolutely love it too. My little miss astonishing. I cannot believe such an amazing young woman just happened to fall into my lap. It's you, Lola."

"Aaw, Brett. You're making me blush again."

"I like it when you do that. It makes my heart swell. I want to kiss you again."

"Mmm, yum. Your tongue tastes like peaches."

"So does yours. I saw you swipe one from my kitchen table. So delicious, my sweet little peach. Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

Lola let out a whisper of a whine, tossing back her head. "I am. Take me to your bed, Brett. Take me where I've never been, but long to be. Please, make love to me, with me."

"I will. A personal rule. A lady comes first, it's only fair, and always she comes with. Always."

"You're doing it again, Brett. I'm falling hopelessly, carelessly in love with you."

"As I am with you, Lola."

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They each wrapped themselves in big, fluffy, Terry cloth towels then scurried upstairs into his spacious bedroom.

"Just look at you. Nothing less than stunning. I really mean that. Please, sit at the edge of my bed and allow me part your tender, lili white thighs. I must taste that immaculate garden of yours first. You're such a sweet, delicate girl. I promise to be easy."

At the first warm graze of his flickering tongue on the wispy hair of her baby soft, neatly kept nether-region, she shuddered. He slathered her tiny bud with his spittle. She sucked in a deep breath, humming softly.

"Ooh, mmm, Brett. Never, ever has anything felt so sweet. I've never had a real orgasm and now I know it's finally going to happen. Please..make me come."

Lola closed her eyes and churned her narrow hips in lazy, all engrossing pleasure. He swirled his darting tongue around and over her emerging, shy bud, savoring her seeping, shiny juice. His left index finger probed the shallow depths of her deepest, slippery heart of desire.

Lola jerked her hips, rolling them up and down, clamping them around his face with her tiny fingers threaded into his shoulder-length blond hair. Her first, blissful orgasm left her silent, biting her lip and misty eyed.

Brett's manhood was fairly long and had some hefty girth as he slowly entered her sacred, once trod temple half way.

"You ready?"

"Oh God yes. So ready. Oh, oh my God! Oh, my sweet God! You're big. So, so big, you're filling me up. It feels so good. Oh no. Oh no! Oh God! You--you're making me come again!"

With short, long and ever so slow careful strokes, Brett revelled in Lola's tantalizing, exquisite tightness. Her body's profuse juice surrounded his rigid member with a steady stream of her own come.

The deeper the stroke, the more Lola matched his quickened rhythm. Consecutive orgasms rippled throughout her helpless body until ultimately reaching a breathless climax.

"We--I'm gonna'--yes, my sweet, I can feel it! We are coming together! So good. Yes oh yes, aaw yes! Oh my God. So Goddamned good!"

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They struggled to catch their breath.

"Whew. Words cannot describe what just happened. Maybe ecstasy, or heaven. But it was pure bliss for me."

"Me too, Lola. It was for me too. You are so...everything. Incredible, and completely, wholly unforgettable.

Shall we?"

"Yes. I love making love with you Brett. Take me again. Take my poor, longing body forever. I'll be crying. Tears of joy."

"Beautiful, young and lovely Lola, I'd be over the moon if you were to be my wife. Marry me."

"God yes, I would love to be your wife. Yes, oh yes. Now. Let's get back into your bed."