Carol's Ride Home
A "February Sucks" inspired story.
Disclaimer - Mature themes, adult language, sex, violence. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Acknowledgements - A nod and a tip of the hat to George Anderson and his tantalizing story "February Sucks" and his villain Marc LaValliere for their inspiration.
Carol's Ride Home
By gstein
Watching Marc shift from 2nd to 3rd and then into 4th gear, hearing the powerful engine's distinguishing roar with each shift and feeling herself pushed back in her seat by the car's rapid acceleration up the on-ramp and into the interstate highway, Carol was dazzled by Marc's classic Ferrari Testarossa.
Then, after breaking out of traffic, Marc shifted from 4th into 5th gear while pressing down on the accelerator and taking the Ferrari well above 100 mph! It was in that second that Carol experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline which put her into an emotional state of pure excitement.
Forty-something year old Carol Long had never ridden so fast in a car but now she was and it was thrilling.
In fact she was thinking that riding this fast with Marc in his Ferrari was almost as thrilling as having sex with him.
Then she thought, "Yea, almost as good, but not quite. Nothing could top that!"
Carol was enjoying her ride from Marc's in-town townhouse out to her home in the suburbs.
And it didn't take long at the speed they were traveling, so in just a few minutes Marc was slowing down, changing lanes and exiting the interstate at the community Carol called home.
For Carol the thrill was over.
Because it was then and there that her consciousness shifted from thrill and excitement to apprehension. Because she would soon be home and facing her husband Earl Long, whom she had abandoned for a one-night-stand with the professional football star Marc LaValliere.
Last night Earl and Carol were having a grand time together at an annual charity ball when Marc LaValliere spied Carol in the crowd, sought her out, danced with her, seduced her and then asked her to go home with him for a night of forever memorable sex.
Now by the time that Marc got around to asking Carol to spend the night with him she was already smitten with the young, ruggedly handsome and virile professional football star who had been monopolizing her time on the ballroom floor. So when he confidently and unabashedly posed the question her already aroused primal urges took hold of her thinking and overruled her sensibilities. So, without giving it a second thought, she told him yes.
And Marc LaValliere had successfully scored again.
Then, just like many of Marc's other conquests had done before her, Carol deceived her husband. She told Earl that she was going to the restroom and but instead she walked out of the hotel and joined Marc who was waiting for the parking valet to bring his Lexus around.
She was ready to go! The normally staid Carol Long had been drawn into Marc LaValliere's intoxicating sphere of excess, unbridled passion and debauchery.
Now Carol didn't remember too much about the ride from the hotel to Marc's townhouse but she did remember everything about her night in Marc's bed. He hadn't oversold himself, he pushed all of her buttons, introduced her to some new buttons and took her sexuality to a place she'd never been.
And, like Marc had told her, she would forever remember her night with him.
But now it was the morning after. Her one-night-stand with Marc LaValliere was over and she was on her way home.
And in the light of day Carol was clearly seeing her night with Marc for what it was... she had cheated on Earl. There was no other way to see it. And frankly it didn't matter that she had cheated with a professional football player. It was still cheating just the same. And it didn't matter that it was just one night. It was still cheating. And it didn't matter that it was a moment in time for her. It was still cheating.
So now, after exiting the interstate highway, they were driving through Carol's community toward her home. And as they drove along the four-lane boulevard where she and Earl and their friends and their neighbors routinely shopped and dined and did business, Carol was worrying about the confrontation she would soon have with Earl and how she would have to explain to him why she deceived him, left him and spent the night having sex with Marc LaValliere.
Needless to say, Carol was getting anxious.
Naturally Marc LaValliere recognized her anxiety because he had seen it before. Other women had sat where Carol was now sitting and experienced the same emotions that Carol was now feeling. And those emotions could be summed up as simply as, "How do I go home to my husband after spending the night with another man?"
