Come Monday — Part 2 of 2

Claire watched him fade into the horizon and already missed him. His handsome face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his cock inside her, her body reaching places it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the orgasms. They were like earthquakes in her soul.—-They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two naked people on the beach. They did their first sixty-nine, and Claire hit a triple on the orgasms again. She was a limp noodle on her walk back.Later that week, Lonnie stopped into the store. He was hoping he could get her into the backroom and have a quickie, but there were customers and a couple of church people there, so he just waved and split.On their third Monday afternoon, at one point, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying lotion to her back, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive flesh, slipping his fingers through her crack and pulling her cheeks apart in the process, he asked her a question.“You ever had sex up here?” he said, as he slipped his fingertip into her asshole and wiggled it.“What, anal?” she said, nonchalantly. “Sure. I went to college.” Then, after a long pause: “Why, do you want us to do that?”“Yeah, sure.”“Well then, you better bring some lube next time. It’s been quite a while.”After that, assfucking became a staple of their trysts. And to her own surprise, Claire found that she came just as hard, if not harder, with a dick up her ass, as she did with it anywhere else.—-Over the next four months, they only missed three of their secret rendezvous. One because of bad weather, one because Claire went away on vacation, and one on Labor Day. There were a couple other times when the weather was iffy, and not conducive to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each other, so they met, and their genitals came out even if the sun didn’t.Lonnie would stop into the store once a week, a lot more than he used to, but not often enough to raise suspicion. One time in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her skirt and his fingers inside her. She was wet and he was hard, and he wanted to fuck her right there on the desk. But the bell sounded as a customer entered the store.“We can’t do this here!” Claire whispered, as she straightened herself up.“I’m sorry. I can’t resist you.”She sent him out the backdoor and went up front to greet the customer. She was afraid to take him into the backroom after that.—-Lonnie knew he was in love, but he couldn’t tell her, her life was complicated enough, and he knew he could never have her. The sex was incredible, but it wasn’t just that. They connected on so many levels. He loved her wit and sense of humor, and her earthiness. She seemed so genuine compared to most people he’d met. She got his jokes. Most of the women he’d been with hadn’t. Sure, she was older, but she seemed like the type of woman he’d always wanted to be with, even before he saw her on the beach that day.He thought of Claire constantly. It saddened him to think of the loneliness she must have been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how long, every single day. He’d noticed bruises on some of the out-of-the-way places on her body, but hadn’t mentioned them. But she had an egocentric, abusive husband who had lost her and didn’t even know it. He’d put her on an island all by herself, to be rescued. That’s where the church came in, Lonnie figured. And maybe him, too.Her orgasms were so intense. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she’s so sensual, every nerve ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five kinds of rain: They could be drizzles or spritzes or showers or downpours. Or even a flash flood, like the time, after not güvenilir bahis seeing each other for two weeks, she had exploded as soon as he’d touched her down there.—-It became harder for Lonnie to catch Claire alone at the store. There were customers, of course, but there were also others he’d never encountered before. There were church people, groups of bible school kids, and the occasional sales rep. Usually he just waved, said he would check her later and left.A couple of times she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church. One time it was the treasurer, a skinny old bald guy named Morris, who was very cordial and complimentary of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the store. Morris is the one who tracked the results and signed the checks, so Lonnie was happy to meet him, and was happy he was happy.Another time, he called on Claire and there was a large, black man behind the counter with her. He was good-looking, tall and broad-shouldered, maybe forty, and dressed impeccably in a black suit and a bright red necktie. Lonnie figured he was another sales rep giving her a pitch, but he wasn’t.“Hi, Lonnie,” Claire said. “This is Reginald. He’s our assistant pastor. Reginald, this is Lonnie. He designs our mail promotions.”“Hello, Lonnie,” Reginald said, as they shook hands. “Glad to meet you.”“Nice to meet you too.”“Reginald is relatively new at church, just a couple months, and he came by to see the store, and I’ve been showing him around,” Claire said. “Not that there’s that much to see, though.”They made small talk for a couple minutes more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very complimentary about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie feel good. He said he would follow-up with Claire the next week, and left.—-All through the summer, Claire and Lonnie spent their Monday afternoons together on the beach. Once a week they’d arrive at their spot separately, ravenous for each other. The sex could be slow and loving, or hard and fast, but it was always good. And adventurous. Both being athletic creatures, they found new angles and positions for all of their devilry, and did things they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his tongue up a girl’s ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and balls after his three mile run up the beach and a dip in the ocean. Her orgasms were often and intense, Lonnie’s cock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her mouth, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn’t matter, she fucked him hard, knowing she would come.As September rolled around, the weather was still warm and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a change in Claire. They’d kiss and fuck and lick and suck just like always, but it felt different. It was not quite as fervent, something was off. Claire seemed to be distant, distracted, not all there. Lonnie mentioned it a couple times, but she said things were fine. It was football season, and her husband always got very intense, he had tunnel vision, didn’t care about anything but the team and its next game, it’s okay, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defense, but Lonnie didn’t argue.Then, on the last Monday of the month, Lonnie took his usual Monday afternoon run, northward up the beach from town to their secret spot. And Claire wasn’t there. He sat on the beach for forty-five minutes, waiting. She didn’t show. Something was wrong. He ran hard, back to town, concerned and bewildered.—-Lonnie went to the store the next day, and then later in the week, and missed her both times. The lady filling in said that Claire was taking a few days off, and suggested he try again the next week. So he did.The following Tuesday was the fourth of October, Lonnie’s birthday. He dropped by the store in the morning right after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom güvenilir bahis siteleri where she was sorting through the mail. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much weaker than the grin she usually greeted him with.“Hi, Lonnie,” she called.“Claire, hi, how are you doing?” he said. “I’ve been worried.”“Really?”“Yes. I went to our beach spot last Monday and you never showed up. You never told me you weren’t going to be there, and that isn’t like you. I was afraid something bad had happened.”“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I forgot all about it.”“Forgot all about it? How could you forget about it? We’ve been going there on Monday afternoons for months!”“I know, please forgive me. I should have called you, but…” She hesitated. “I totally forgot. There’s been, uh, a lot on my mind. I haven’t been myself.”“What does that mean? Is everything okay at home?”“It’s complicated.”“What’s complicated?”“I’m pregnant,” she murmured, and began to cry softly. She pulled a tissue from a box behind the counter and dabbed her eyes.Lonnie was one scintilla short of anaphylactic shock. He was blindsided, speechless. He had no idea what to say. Finally he started babbling.“Gee, Claire. I uh, I don’t know what to say. I’m… I’m stunned.”He had a million thoughts ping-ponging around in his head like it was an atom smasher. What’s she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you want to keep it, do you not want to keep it, what about us, how do you feel, what about your parents, what about his? But it all seemed so trivial at the moment, no question would be appropriate or tactful, and she probably didn’t have the answers anyway. She must have been reading his mind.She spoke softly. “Lonnie, I’ve loved the time we’ve spent together the last few months. It’s been wonderful, almost like a dream. But we can’t see each other anymore. I’m going to have a baby, and I don’t know who the father is. But going by the numbers alone, the odds are it’s not my husband. It’s scary.”“How does he feel about it?”“He acts like he’s happy, but I’m not so sure. I think it’s just that: an act. He thinks a child will cramp his style. We’ve talked about having children in the past, but not for a long time. It took him by complete surprise.”“How did it…” Lonnie started, but knew instantly how lame he sounded.“Don’t ask,” she said.“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”“No, there’s nothing you can do. Let’s just hope the baby looks like my husband.”He left without a kiss or a hug, but he held her hand for a moment and squeezed, and let her know to call him if he could help, or just needed to talk. She said she would, but he knew she wouldn’t.What a shitty birthday present, he thought.—-Lonnie went back to the store in November, just to see if they wanted to run their holiday promotion. Claire wasn’t there. The temp from the church told him Claire had taken a leave of absence. And she didn’t know anything about advertising or promotion or marketing or whatever you call it, he should call the church. He called the church, left a voicemail for Morris. He never heard back, so he dropped it.He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an hour went by when he didn’t think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a continuous loop in his brain. He could feel her, could taste her. He thought about how lonely she must be, with her secret, their secret, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut aches in radiating swirls. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Love sucks.Over the winter he avoided the book store. He dated a couple gals, but they didn’t compare, were big wastes of time. He ticked off the days of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due? He had no clear idea, really, he could only guess at when the lucky sperm found its way to her promised land. He did the math, and the baby could be due anytime in the iddaa siteleri spring.In mid-April, he went back to the store, just curious, and he lucked out. There was a different woman minding the store. Her name was Wilma, and she was the epitome of a stereotypical church lady: Old, gray-haired, thin as a rail, in a dress that hung to her ankles, and was a gossip who loved to talk. She knew the whole story. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big secret. But it turned out Claire had another big secret of her own.Wilma didn’t hold back, it was as if she’d been waiting for the chance to spout off.“If you’re looking for that blonde girl who used to run this store, you won’t find her here no more,” she said. “She’s been terminated, and she won’t be back, they’re selling their house and everything. She had a baby, and it didn’t belong to her husband, and that’s for sure. It’s an embarrassment. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he’s no prize, and an embarrassment for the church too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the birth, the grandparents, the family and friends, only to find out she had a black baby! I’d like to be a fly on the wall for that scene. And they fired that assistant pastor too, and it’s a good thing. He was a no-good, was messing around with a couple other young white girls in the church too. Hopefully they don’t end up with black babies too.”Lonnie couldn’t believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a point it all went in one ear and out the other. He left the store in a daze. He sat in his car for a long while, thinking. How long was she seeing the preacher? When did it start, how long did it go on? He didn’t notice anything different about her until the very end. How did he not pick up on something? Was he so focused their sex on the beach that he missed all the clues? Or was she so focused on their sex because she was trying to block out the preacher, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with?Lonnie had a strange feeling, and he couldn’t control it. After all the months of thinking about Claire and the turmoil she was going through, of despising her husband, of being on edge, of not liking the way their relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn’t the father of her baby, now, and he could hardly believe it, he wished he was.He couldn’t concentrate on his work, so he drove around aimlessly for a while. He drove by Claire’s house–or to be more accurate, former house–and sure enough there was a for-sale sign out front. The place was abandoned, but was a nice house, a one-story stucco with a red tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedges along the front and what looked to be a pool cage in the back.Lonnie still couldn’t get her out of his head. His stomach ached, he couldn’t eat, he jerked off at night.He called Morris at the church and left a voicemail asking him to please call back, it was about the contract the church had with his company. He really wanted to find out more about Claire, but the message did its job and he got a callback.Morris asked if the bookstore could pull out of the contract. He said the church was in a state of confusion, they didn’t know who was running the store one day to the next, and he had no idea when they’d find a permanent replacement to manage the place. Lonnie told him that would not be a problem. He didn’t care about that. He wanted to know about Claire.“It’s a shame, it really is, Lonnie,” Morris said. “She’s a fine woman, everybody liked her. Can’t say much for her husband, but she was the cat’s meow. Did a good job at the store, too. Too bad she got hooked up with Reginald. I had a bad feeling about that guy from the get-go.”“How did that happen?”“Not for sure, but he got her under his spell somehow, her and a couple other white gals. Must have had a way with the women, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea.”“Do you know where Claire is now?”“Staying with her parents for a while, as I understand it.”“Do you have a phone number for her?”“No, I don’t. I just have an address. It’s to send her her… uh, to forward any mail she might get at the church.”