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“Well, no ma’am. The sea is my home. I could never be at home on an island surrounded by sewage.”

 

The poor man had clearly only been to Newark. “I admire your people’s simplicity. You are quite noble. How is that caramel macchiato? Everything you ever dreamed of?”

 

“Thank you, ma’am.” The man stood up.

 

 
“Are you going?”

 

“Yes, ma’am, a seaman hears the ocean’s call early, and he must rise before dawn.”

 

“No, you must stay.”

 
          

“No, I must go.”

 

Marianna felt her face get white hot. Who did this low-tide low brow think he was?

 

“You’re very ungrateful. I just bought you a caramel macchiato, and you haven’t even finished it!” She poked at his chest.

 

Now the man straightened even more, his tall frame towering over Marianna and her luscious bosoms. Marianna detected a faint shake in his hands.

 

“Ungrateful? You didn’t even ask my name. I just did what I thought was right. I have no need for this high fallutin’ nonsense.”

 

“You ingrate! You’ve never had coffee this good.”

 

“Truth is, ma’am, instead of a thank-you macchiato, I’d have preferred some thank-you fellaciatto. My name is Larry, and I am leaving.”

 

“Well,
Larry
,
you can’t leave! Because I am leaving!” Marianna stood up, her pert breasts pressed tenaciously against her La Perla bra. She abruptly turned her shoulders and marched out the Starbucks into the night. Her cheeks were burning.

 

She had never known a man so coarse!
But
, she thought to herself,
I wouldn’t have thought that a man like that would even know the word “fellatio.”

 

Larry just stood in the Starbucks, now smiling a little smile after Marianna’s exit. He sat back down, satisfied, and sipped on the sweet nectar of a caramel macchiato.
This
was what it felt like to be alive again. The raven-haired beauty’s fiery streak was intriguing.

 

Larry had rushed in too quickly one too many times before—before he really knew a woman.

 

But they’re not all like that. They’re not all hiding something.

 

Just the same, he was afraid to put himself through that anguish again.

 

Chapter 12 – Spring is coming

 

 

 

 

 

The sea was warming. The ice began to disappear from Newport, and along with it, the frost in Marianna’s heart.  The men in Newport began to take to the sea again. Marianna saw more than one sailor and admired their rugged hands and strapping shoulders.

 

She wondered what it would be like to have those rough hands placed on the smooth skin of the small of her back.  There were many rugged men in town. But, for some reason, when Marianna closed her eyes, those rough hands would be connected to the muscular arms of Larry.

 

I must be losing it if I’m fantasizing about making love to a guy named Larry
, Marianna thought.  
I’ve been in this godforsaken village too long!

 

She called Suzanne.

 

“It’s so sad—the only naked man I’ve had on top of me is a complete idiot.”

 

“Uh, it just sounds like you need to get laid.”

 

“Suzanne, you say that about everything!”

 

“That’s because it’s true about everything!”

 

“There aren’t exactly a ton of suitable men in Newport! A lot of the hot ones don’t even work in offices!”

 

“Ewwww…. But still, sometimes a lady needs some sexy sex. How long has it been?”

 

“Well, Screech used to always do his thing…”

 

“That’s
not
what I’m talking about! Sometimes you need
pen-e-tra-tion!”

 

Marianna couldn’t bear to respond—the truth was the she had not felt a man’s deep caress since she last made love to Bradley.

 

“Come on, Marianna! Women are like
Priuses
—although we can go for miles and miles without it, sometimes we still need to get filled up! Please tell me you at least have a vibrator!”

 

“Oh, no! I’ve always been too scared! They look huge!” Marianna scoffed. “And my womanhood is… ahem… dainty!”

 

“Well, don’t get a vibrator that won’t fit!”

 

“But some of them are in really weird shapes!”

 

“I know, right? But it’s about picking the right one! Marianna, even I don’t like the ones that look like alien tentacles. I don’t want anything that doesn’t look like a penis—my pussy has a sign on it, and it reads ‘Members Only’!”

 

Oh, how the girls laughed and laughed!

 

“Maybe you’re right, though. Maybe I do just need to get laid.” Marianna giggled. Although she liked to project a prim image, she had to admit that sometimes she just needed a hot beef injection.

 

“Look, at this point, you can use Screech for a few days—now that you’ve established a little distance.”

 

Just mentioning Screech made Marianna remember his special talent and she felt warm.
Yes
, she thought,
maybe “riding the goat” is exactly what I need to forget everything else.

 

Screech was thrilled. She had called him on Thursday, and he had cancelled his plans for that weekend in the City to come visit her instead.

 

She had wanted to start the weekend with a meal at Tallula on Thames for dinner, but Screech had other intentions.

 

When Friday came, Screech announced his arrival in Newport by beating on the door of her corporate apartment with intensity. When she opened, he swept in like a hunting dog possessed by the scent of the sweetest prey. He kissed her, his tongue slipping between her shocked lips. His bony, but muscular, frame bore down against her tight body and pert breasts which strained against the fabric of her blouse.  She felt her hips immediately tilt forward. They weren’t obeying her mind anymore—they obeyed only the command of passion, which drove them to seek out friction.

 

His hands pulled her skirt up, and he flipped his thumbs over the top of her pantyhose and started to yank them down, panties and all.   Kneeling down, he kissed the small of her hip. He wrapped his arms around the back of her legs. His hands wandered up to her rear and cupped it.

 

She felt his weight push against her, his hot breath against her thighs, pantyhose and powder blue lace underthings around her ankles.  Suddenly, Marianna felt off-balance. Screech—no,
Alan
, it now seemed better to call him by a man’s name—was standing up while holding her, his arms wrapped tightly around her legs, her back pressed against the wall, his mouth tantalizingly close to her sweetness.

 

Alan would not let her fall. Though he was only small, she could feel his wiry strength coursing through his lean arms. Now he started to nuzzle her. His breath was hot against her thighs, and her core tingled. She was ready for his touch now, hot liquid pooling between her legs. She felt just the tip of his tongue flick lightly—lost at first, but then finding a groove and a rhythm.

 

Marianna started to squirm.  Alan knew she was near completion now. Thinking quickly, he knew just what to do to push her over the edge. He placed his mouth over Marianna’s jewel and sucked her sweetness as hard as he could. Marianna moaned loudly. Then Alan darted his tongue into her gushing canal. That did it.

 

“Oooh God! Alaaaan!” Marianna cried out.

 

Alan relaxed his grip a little, and her feet landed softly on the floor, his hands tracing her buttocks to the small of her back.

 

“You know what I want now, don’t you?”

 

But she didn’t. Alan had always orally pleasured her for hours, but he never demanded anything in return. This time, his eyes were hungry, and he stroked against the bulge in his pants.

 

She felt a determined hand on the underside of her left thigh. Alan lifted her leg to the side and pressed his still-clothed body against her. His belt buckle was cold against her naked belly. They had never made love before, but suddenly, she wanted him inside her. Her hands shot towards the belt and furiously worked the buckle. Now it was her turn to yank his pants off. He stood at attention, his rigid manhood straining against his SpongeBob boxers. Normally, that would have thrown Marianna off.  But she reached through the front panel to draw out Alan’s vigilant soldier. His scorching steel fishing rod jumped as she took hold of it.
So much heat.

 

His hips leaned in. She lifted him up, and his erection teased her silken folds. She was slick. He thrust again, and somehow he was inside her. She was wrapped around him tightly, like a baby chimpanzee on the mother chimpanzee. She gasped. It was as if Alan was her first, so long had passed since a man’s tender shaft had touched her. She wanted it badly.

 

For a small man, he moved with amazing rhythmic force. Her back was pinned against the wall, his body bearing down against hers. It seemed like every inch of his skin made contact against hers.  Alan now hooked his arms underneath each of her legs—he was holding her up against the wall. The angle of his carress had changed—she could feel only one thing, but somehow it was everywhere. Alan was everywhere inside her. His pace quickened, and her moans grew louder.

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