Lloyd Corricelli - Ronan Marino 01 - Two Redheads & a Dead Blonde (4 page)

She wore a tight pair of hip-hugger jeans exposing her smooth belly and a white, long sleeve midriff blouse made out of that stretchy Lycra stuff. I could see the outline of her fifty-cent piece areolas perfectly through the fabric. She had a tattoo poking out of the jeans, but I couldn’t make out what it was. If I asked her, she would have shown it to me, but that wasn’t really my style.

She could tell I was checking her out and smiled, enjoying the attention. If I weren’t dating Karen, she would have been an attractive alternative at least physically. I found her very sexy in a slinky Catwoman sort of way.

“You wanna’ go somewhere and screw, tough guy?” she cooed playfully.

“You’ve got me all wrong, ma’am. I’m sweet and innocent.”

“If you’re innocent, then I’m the virgin mother.”

“The only thing virgin on you is maybe an ear.”

She slapped my shoulder. “Not even.”

“Ah, a three input woman.”

She smiled and arched her eyebrows, letting me know she was indeed open to many things.

“You surprised me tonight,” she said.

“What, the football player?” I deepened my voice, doing my best superhero imitation. “When you’ve been in mortal combat, citizen, drunk frat boys are hardly a challenge.”

“Was that combat in the poon-tang valley?”

She was quick, I’ll give her that much.

“Down on my knees in the hot–sweaty–bush.”

She put her hand on my chest and began rubbing it. “Ooh, I get so hot when you talk like that, Ronan.”

Despite the fact we were only kidding around, her touch was turning me on. I’d have to be either gay or completely oblivious for it not to. Karen came out of the club grinning. She had changed into a black short skirt, a green silk blouse, and flat shoes. The cold also made her nipples stand hard against her blouse. Karen definitely had a lot more up top than the little redhead.

“I turn my back for one minute, and you try to move in on my lover,” she said with a laugh.

“Just harmless flirting,” I replied.

“I meant her.” She grabbed Cassie by the waist and pulled her away from me. “You want her, don’t you, Ronan?”

Cassie licked her lips and winked, exaggerating the movements for comic effect.

“I’ve always had a thing for redheads,” I admitted, which was the truth. It was something I couldn’t explain. Some men prefer blondes and some brunettes. I was weak for gingers.

The girls looked at each other, then back to me.

“You know her carpet matches her drapes,” Karen offered.

“And how would you know?” I asked.

They turned and looked deeply into each other’s eyes, playing right into my lipstick lesbian sandwich fantasy. They didn’t even have to ask if I had one because every guy does whether they own up to it or not.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but we go to the same health club,” Cassie said.

“Yeah, but that means she looked,” I replied.

“You don’t look at other men in the shower?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, you know, just to make comparisons,” Cassie added.

“Afraid not. I might get an inferiority complex if I did.”

“Liar,” they said in chorus.

“Okay, kids,” Cassie said. “I hate to cut this session short, but this girl has got to get some rest I’ve got a long day coming tomorrow.”

She and Karen exchanged a little hug and kiss. As Cassie walked away, she slapped me on the butt. The girls giggled, and I might have turned a little red.

“Take care of that handsome blonde-haired man, Karen,” Cassie said. “Or I might just have to steal him.”

I snuck a quick glance at her that Karen didn’t miss.

“You want her so bad.”

“Nah, I’ve got all I can handle right here,” I replied.

She liked that and put her hand on my ass and squeezed. “I can see, though, why she couldn’t resist.”

We crossed the street to the gas company building, where our vehicles were parked along the canal running along the Industrial Canyon. She grabbed my hand and held it tight.

“Stick close, Superman.”

“Always, Lois.”

She called me Superman, and I liked it, even if I pictured myself more as a Batman type. When we got to her car, a late model yellow-jacket-colored convertible Mustang, she pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips.

“Thanks again for tonight.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“I thought you were here to play music?”

“Well, that too, though you really messed me up for the rest of the night with all those things you said you were going to do to me. I had a hard time concentrating on the songs.”

She frowned, and I prepared myself for disappointing news.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I forgot that I have class early in the morning, and I can’t risk missing it again.”

It was my turn to frown.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Can I make it up to you Saturday night?”

I nodded. I was let down, but I understood how important school was. Before I could say anything, however, she put her finger on my lip to quiet me.

“You know, I’ve never christened the backseat in this baby. You wouldn’t be against a quickie, would you?”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”

She looked around to make sure we were alone, then reached under her skirt and slid off a pair of white lace thong panties. “That’s half the fun.”

She handed the panties to me and climbed into the backseat. I didn’t give it a second thought.

The backseat of a Mustang is not exactly the most comfortable of places to make love. I had a brief flashback to high school and Tracy Bonani in the back of my beat up ‘78 Camaro during a double feature at the long gone Wamesit Drive-In in neighboring Tewksbury. The difference this time was I wouldn’t grope around like an idiot, and Karen blew Tracy away in the looks department.

The whole scene struck me as funny. Screwing my girlfriend in the backseat of her car in a public parking lot was something, up until recently I never would have considered doing. Things like this are looked down upon in the Air Force, especially for an officer. I’d done some pretty wild things in my military days but nothing that could get me arrested.

I was trying to loosen up and, as Karen liked to say, pull the military stick out of my ass. Sex in a downtown Lowellparking lot was a big step in going civilia
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not that military folks didn’t do things like this. Hell, I’m pretty sure I did it in this very parking lot at least once or twice when I worked the door for Max in college. 

We kissed passionately, the kind of kiss lovers share when the heat is new and still exciting. I fumbled in anticipation with the buttons on Karen’s blouse, unclipped her front-loading white lace bra, and let her firm ample breasts spill out into my eager hands. She had areolas the size of a nickel and the chill in the air made her nipples hard like an eraser on a pristine number two pencil.

She slid her hand between our bodies and undid my belt and zipper, then helped me pull off my jeans and underwear. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a condom, unwrapped it and expertly rolled it onto me. She held the wrapper up for me to see in the dim moonlight.

“Ribbed for my pleasure.” She laughed, throwing it onto the floorboard.

Hiking up her skirt, Karen climbed on my lap and mounted me. She moved her body up and down rhythmically, letting out a slight moan each time. We moved faster and faster, and her breathing grew quicker. She bit my bottom lip, and I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away to kiss her neck. She leaned in, kissed me hard, and our tongues intertwined as we inched closer to climax. The car windows had steamed up, and I couldn’t see outside. I didn’t need to. Everything I needed at the moment was right inside that car.

* * * *

Ten minutes later, she lay in my arms snuggling post coitus.

“I wish I could stay here with you all night,” she said as she reached over and drew a heart with our initials in it on the fogged window.

I had no idea what to say; I was overwhelmed. Somewhere the line between infatuation and love started to blur. There were no more words exchanged between us, it was a near perfect moment until a sudden rapping on the window ruined it.

The beam of a flashlight burned through the steamy windows, filling the car. Lowell’s finest had just found something to amuse themselves. It was a damn good thing that I’d pulled my pants back up. I checked to make sure my fly was zipped and stepped out of the car, followed by Karen.

Two young officers, their nametags said Davis and Sanchez, looked at me suspiciously while trying to blind me with their flashlights. It didn’t work because my blue eyes reflected the light, and I could see them perfectly.

Both men looked like they had been pressed out of the same mold they used in the secret law enforcement factory to make all street cop
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firm near-angry faces, crew cuts, and uniforms tailored to show off their rippling muscles. I knew the look well because I had many friends who had gone into civilian police work after college.

The odds were very good that in five years one of them would have a beer gut and a serious Dunkin Munchkins addiction. The other would have a drinking problem, maybe even serious enough to affect his job. I’d been there at one low point in my life and I’m not talking donuts.

“Can I help you officers?” I asked.

“Do you have identification, sir?” Davis replied.

“Sure, right here.”

I reached back and found my wallet.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” Sanchez asked Karen.

“It was, until you boys decided to disturb us.”

“It’s okay, Karen, they’re just doing their job.” I said.

I handed Davis my driver’s license. He looked it over, then me, and then back to the license, just to make sure it was really mine. Karen reached into the Mustang to get her license, and I sneaked a look over to make sure she wasn’t flashing these young uncorrupted lads. As she bent over, the bottom of her butt stuck out from her short skirt mesmerizing the two cops. It was like she was using a Jedi mind trick on them, except this
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the ass they were looking for. She’d clearly just made their night.

She turned around smiling and handed Sanchez her license. He looked it over and gave it to Davis. He pulled a little black notebook out and wrote down our names.

“Is there some kind of problem?” Karen asked.

“No, we saw the vehicle steamed up and wanted to make sure no one was in trouble, ma’am,” Davis replied.

If they were truthful, they would have told us they had hoped to catch a glimpse of a woman in her birthday suit. I was sure these long third shifts caused them to look for anything to break up the monotony, and a naked girl was always a great way to make your night, especially when she was as hot as Karen.

When I was in the service, I’d sometimes ride patrol with the base cops and they’d play a little game to kill time on long overnight shifts. You would receive points for finding various unusual items. For instance, a live skunk, which they referred to as an “Air Force black and white unit,” was worth ten points. A naked breast was worth fifty points. A full on beaver shot pretty much assured a winning point total for that shift. Davis and Sanchez were picking up minor points tonight, unless Karen decided to give them more of a show.

“You think we can go now?” I asked.

“What were you folks doing?” Davis inquired.

“We were talking.”

A mischievous grin came over Karen’s face. I braced myself.

”Just tell them the truth, honey. I can’t tell a lie, officers. If you had gotten here ten minutes earlier, you would have caught us fucking like two dogs in heat.”

They were stunned. They might have expected that from me, but this elegant, beautiful blonde talking like an Arkansastrailer park denize
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they never saw it coming. I held my hand over my mouth to contain the laughter.

“Uh, yeah, okay. Um, you folks have a nice night,” Sanchez said, his face red from embarrassment. He motioned to Davis who handed us back our licenses.

“Thanks,” Karen replied, smiling broadly.

The officers walked off, peering over their shoulders every few steps to look at Karen, who gave them a little wave.

“That certainly was fun,” she quipped.

“You have a strange sense of humor.”

“But that’s what makes me so much fun.”

I looked at my watch. It was well past three. “So much for a quickie.”

She grabbed my arm and kissed me. “It was worth it.”

“Maybe next time we can do it in a phone booth,” I said with a laugh.

“If you can find one, I’m ready to go.”

She enjoyed toying with the young cops. I hadn’t seen that side of her before, and I kind of liked it as long as that smile wasn’t turned on me. It was like a mutant power to turn men into mush.

“I should get going,” she said. “I might be able to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before class.”