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I tried my best not to think about our affair the following days. Believe it or not, just because I acted like an asshole, didn't mean I didn't feel guilt. Whenever I thought about it, I came up with excuses. Her husband was rude and apathetic towards family and guests alike. My friend had let me down several times in the past. Karla would have cheated with someone else if not me. They never worked.
The problem resurfaced when Karla sent me an emoji-ridden text the next week. The only way she got my number I could think of was by snooping through her son's phone. It would have hardly been out of character. She had to know how much I hated the damn things to overdo it so much. I faintly remember rambling about emojis in my friend's house on a few occasions. It is eerie to think about how much attention she may have paid to me over the years. The message read as follows:
"Poor Karla. Lonely. Home alone. Horny. Need a mute stud. NOW."
I will spare you from the sickening amount of emojis she used to adorn each sentence instead of using a period. It read much like the sort of spam you'd find on social media to gain attention. Had it been on a bigger screen, I'd've certainly ignored it.
"Who's this?" was my one reply.
"Don't be stupid, Peter. You know who it is."
And that was how Karla scheduled a second affair with me. Just like that. I don't doubt for a second this was another test of hers, in retrospect. The vagueness was just another way for her to probe, to see if I was eager enough to risk a spontaneous visit on a moment's notice.
I spent a while reading and rereading those messages. Maybe I just have a weak moral fiber. Only then did I realize just how much I enjoyed Karla's blowjob. Yes, she made me upset and her smiling eyes made me uncomfortable, to say the least. Despite that, I'd never been allowed to be as rough as I pleased with someone's throat. It should be fairly obvious by now I never had the chance to fuck anyone half as gorgeous as Karla too. These two thoughts, after some serious deliberation, got me to fetch the condoms and pay my friend's mom another visit.
Just like the first time, this took place during a summer afternoon. One reason it would've been horrible to have Karla as a mother would be her efficiency at ruining her children's holidays. Her sons were almost always busy, trapped in summer activities while she had the house to herself. Sometimes I wonder how many affairs she had thanks to those endless hours of free solitude she earned herself.
This time, as I was about to find out, she wasn't home alone. I still remember the evil grin on her face when she told me Ricky was in the house with us. I hadn't even closed the door on my way in yet.
"He's asleep, in his room," she said as she brought a finger to her smirking lips.
"You lied!" I snarled at her.
"I was horny..." she pouted mockingly.
"I won't do this."
Karla merely stared me down. She was wearing an undersized crop top. It was hardly enough to contain her breasts. It didn't, if we are too picky about it. The lower half of her tits was exposed, which was a lot given their size. Judging by the salience of her nipples, I could tell she had no bra underneath either.
"You're crazy," I made no movement towards the exit. I couldn't even stop staring at her.
Below the waist, all she had on was a black miniskirt which would definitely make bending over an interesting challenge. I already knew Karla had gorgeous thighs, at least. Her Scoutmaster uniform made it abundantly clear she boasted voluptuous, muscular legs. The reason I found them irresistible now and not before is probably obvious; Karla hadn't given me a blowjob before.
"You're crazy," I repeated, though I couldn't move away.
Even her hair was alluring. I never gave much of a damn about what women did with it, but Karla taught me quickly enough to go crazy about her wild reddish curls. Whenever she planned an affair for us, she would always do away with any ponytails or hairpins. Something about it conditioned me to get hard whenever I saw a single strand dangling in front of her eyes. Case in point; now.
"No..." I muttered, even if my heart wasn't in it.
Karla smirked; she saw weakness in me. With one hand, she lifted her skirt. There were no panties obstructing the view. My shock in seeing her perfectly shaved pussy all of a sudden must have made for quite a sight. Karla laughed at me just as she fondled her clit with her middle finger.
"It's now or never..." she sang softly.
We hadn't even started fucking and I already wanted to bludgeon that smirk off her face. I had to take a deep breath before closing the door. My inner reasoning was, if I remained calm, we could have some fun without making too much noise. Bullshit to make me feel better about this, don't doubt it. Remaining calm while dealing with Karla was very much impossible. I tricked myself into thinking otherwise through the power of aroused optimism that always leads to bad choices.
The absolute wickedness of her expression as I turned from the door caught me off guard. A mixture of surprise, naughtiness and delight left her mouth open in an exaggerated display of shock. Not the green eyes, though. Those were never surprised. It made her both irresistible and infuriating.
"What?" I growled at her.
"You've fucked girls before, right?"
"You gave me a blowjob last week!" I uttered the whispery equivalent of a shout.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I mean, Peter," her smirk now had a tinge of contempt on it. Nothing I wasn't used to. "Lust is an aphrodisiac, desperation is not."
"Yes, there were a couple," I waved a hand, trying to cool off my own anger. "Who the fuck cares?"
Her smile widened when she heard me curse the first time.
"Sounds desperate."
"You asked me to come here," I glared at her.
"Now I can ask you to leave."
Her hand was yet to move from her clit. The sheen in her finger made me wonder how wet she could possibly be. Wondering about that made me want to be inside her. The rage I was feeling made me want to leave or fuck or both. I hardly knew. I took a few steps closer to her. Karla was shorter than me, but she did not back down.
"I'm going to fuck you," I declared.
