Black Stallions/White Mares Ch. 03

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Ron bonded Carrie out of jail near dawn, and both were mute for many miles of the drive home.

Driving through town Carrie asked, "What do you want, Ron?"

Ron took his eyes off the road and looked at her briefly, "You know what I want," he replied.

"Is sex all you ever think about?" She asked, turning her head away from him to look out the window at nothing in particular until she spied a drunk passed out on the sidewalk.

"Sex and flattery and work is all most people're able to give," he replied. "I don't figure you'll kiss my ass, and you don't need a job, so that kinda narrows it down."

"It doesn't bother you to fuck a woman who hates you, does it?" Rain started falling and beading on the Mercedes' window. Ron switched on the wipers.

"Like I said, you got nuthin else to give me," he lit up a cigarette and kept his eyes on the wet road ahead.

"I hate cigarette smoke," she complained. "Do you think I'll go to prison?" She turned her head back to look at him.

They passed something loitering on a street corner, beneath the orange glow of a street light. Tall, skinny, with an afro-lion mane of hair, in a mini dress. "Gotta be a queer," Ron said.

"You didn't answer my question," Carrie reminded him.

"Gonna be hard keeping you out," he guessed. "Son of a bitch!" Ron wasn't paying attention and got caught behind a Bay City Bus making frequent stops. He rode behind the bus for a while and pulled off the street in to the Night Owl Diner parking lot. "C'mon," he said to Carrie.

"It's raining!" She complained.

"You won't melt," he replied. Ron got out, and Carrie fled from the car to the door in her tee shirt, hot pants, and flip-flop sandals, Ron followed behind casually.

Inside, the diner was busy and warm. Ron looked around for an empty booth. A sign alerted patrons to seat themselves. Ron spied the ass of a waitress he knew, clearing a table, and nudged Carrie to move to it. The waitress was Donna.

Donna looked at Ron and spoke, "Good morning, Ron. Gimme a minute."

"Busy?" He asked.

"No one's in a hurry to get out in the rain," she replied. "Two coffees?"

"That's fine for me, Donna; what do you want?" He asked Carrie.

"Can I get a Mountain Dew?" Carrie asked.

"No problem; do you need to look at the menu, Ron?"

"I do," Carrie said.

"Bring me the special," Ron said.

"Lemme get the drinks while she decides," Donna suggested.

Carrie scanned the menu like it was a Victoria's Secret catalog. "The chocolate chip pancakes are good," Ron said. "And the maple syrup tastes real," he added.

Donna returned with the coffee and Mountain Dew. A button on her blouse was open and Ron got a good look at her breasts when she bent down with the drinks, and the blouse fabric parted. Donna looked like a waitress and a mom: five-three, short brown hair with bangs, cheap glasses, one hundred sixty pounds, bottom-heavy, crooked teeth, hazel eyes, plain gold wedding band. "Have you decided yet?" She asked Carrie.

"I think I'll take the chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup," Carrie replied, pushing back the hair that was covering her face, and watching a tall blonde dressed in a short skirt pass by their table toting a gym bag. "I've seen clowns with less make-up," Carrie whispered and rolled her eyes. Carrie's long hair was raspberry red with cream, pink, and black-cherry highlights across the bangs that came almost to her eyebrows. Plus her eyebrows were thick and black, and her lips were painted pastel pink. Her body screamed, 'Emo'.

"That's Carol, she works here," said Donna. Carol sat at a booth, at the back of the diner by the restrooms, and lit up a cigarette. Carol had shoulder length wavy, honey-blonde hair, black eyes with lots of mascara and eye-liner; five-nine, and one hundred thirty pounds shoe-horned in a mini-skirt and white blouse that was unbuttoned halfway down; twenty-something years old. Carrie watched her until Carol noticed and made eye contact; Carrie looked away. Ron lit up a cigarette, took a drag from it, and exhaled. Donna left and returned with the coffee and soda.

"Isn't it against the law to smoke?" Carrie asked, looking at Carol again until an old biker walked toward her and caught her attention. Sixty-something with a dirty blond mullet and dirty gray beard, and a tee shirt splashed with old blood. Most of his teeth were missing.

"Uh huh," Ron answered and sipped his coffee.

"I need to use the restroom,"Carrie said, scooting out of the booth.

Carol sat in a booth alone, looking out the window at the rain, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. Carrie watched her, Carol sensed it, turned her head to look at Carrie, and took a puff from the cigarette. When Carrie walked in to the restroom Carol checked the time on her watch.

Carrie was in a stall peeing when Carol came in the restroom and locked the door. She put her gym bag on the vanity, unzipped it, pulled out a bra and the waitress uniform, and removed her blouse. Carrie flushed the toilet.

Carol stared in the mirror applying lipstick, topless, as Carrie opened the stall door and stood at the vanity to wash her hands. Carol unfastened her skirt and pulled it down her legs. Carrie ran the water over her hands, watching Carol from the mirror. Carol saw it and smiled at Carrie. Carrie felt her stomach tense and hints of arousal starting between her legs as she watched the naked blonde beside her.

Carol went in the stall, pulled down her panties, but kept the door open while she peed. Carrie watched her and Carol looked back with large calf-eyes that reminded Carrie of a bored child sitting on a potty chair. Carol pinched her nipples as she peed and looked at Carrie. Done, she stood and pulled up the panties, giving Carrie a long look, then walked up behind Carrie, and embraced her, pulling Carrie back to her. Carrie closed her eyes and felt dizzy. Carol's perfume scent was strong when she put her mouth against Carrie's ear and whispered, "I get off at four, come back and pick me up."

Carrie nodded her head and moved her hands behind Carol until she felt the woman's ass. "You can bring your man if you want,"Carol suggested.

"He's my stepfather," Carrie sighed. Carol rubbed Carrie's abdomen and licked her neck, then turned Carrie's head to slip the tongue in Carrie's mouth. Carol tasted like cigarette, and Carrie liked it. As their tongues explored each other Carol put her hand inside Carrie's shorts and moved her hand down to the vulva where her fingers parted the lips to feel Carrie's wetness. Carol closed her eyes and pressed her ass against the vanity.

Someone's fist pounded on the restroom door. Carrie opened her eyes and looked at Carol. Carol pulled her hands from Carrie's shorts. "Be back here at four she whispered."

"Hey! Open the door!" an old female voice demanded.



"OK,"Carrie replied softly. Carol unlocked the restroom door, opened it, and an old lady shuffled in with a sour frown on her face.

Outside the restroom Donna brought the breakfast order to the table. "Hey baby, when we gonna get together?" Ron asked, touching her knee.

"You're married!" Donna replied.

"Don't you like me?"

"My husband would kill me, Ron!"

"But do you like me?" He pressed.

"You're a very attractive man, yes," she confessed.

"I been thinking about you for a long time," he said.

"You're such a con, Ron!" She laughed.

"No, baby, I'm serious!"

"Donna looked at him, "Let me think about it. OK?"

Ron rubbed her leg, "Sure, baby."

"I'm serious; I'll let you know something in a few days."

Carrie felt dazed but was alert enough to walk out of the restroom and back to the table where her breakfast waited.

Ron looked at her and smirked. "He knows," Carrie thought. "The son of a bitch knows!"

Carol slipped Carrie a card with cell phone number when Ron went to the restroom to pee. Below the number was a note," I got something sweeter than maple syrup for you to eat, Carol."