Darla

"Yeah, well, I thought of that afterwards but you looked like you were having a good time and then you both moved to the patio so I let matters be. Anyways, what I wanted to talk about was maybe we could move our dinner plans to Saturday night. I have invitations to a private party that evening and I thought you might like to go."

"I'm OK with that, Justin. You will pick me up?"

"Sure, let's do dinner first and then drive out. I can pick you up at 6?"

We agreed. It was informal, all adults, no children, meaning a lot of things if I let my mind wander but I didn't. That was the old Darla and I was trying to christen the new. That lasted all of 15 minutes before I gave in and masturbated to a couple of orgasms. This was going to be a tough battle.

I woke in the morning at the crack of dawn, something I never do, even in the winter. Usually I can be counted on to be snoozing away at 8AM especially since my studio is in my converted barn. After breakfast, I went for a run to work out the jitters as much as the exercise. I've run most of my adult life. It's one of those release valves that some people thrive on. This day was no exception. When I finished I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. It is nuts. I thought of David for almost the entire run. He told me he ran every day and I couldn't get that picture of him out of my mind. I tried thinking of Justin. Hell, I even tried thinking of Jason's big cock, all to no avail. All I could picture was his face and his athletic body. Jesus, Kiera too. I know she's in love with the man. I could see it. No wonder, I am too. No, I didn't say or think that. That's why this is nuts. It is an infatuation. I need to drink some prune juice and pass it.

By lunch time, I was better and remembered the studio. I needed to do some work if I was going to continue my quest for local fame. I have three kilns that a local craftsman built for me in my converted barn. When everything is working smoothly I can fire enough clay to stock a few stores with mostly generic stuff but I also do my own artistic expressions that one of the local galleries sell on commission. It has provided a comfortable living and since I live on an old farm that my parents left me just outside of the city, I make ends meet with enough to set aside for those rainy days.

I had just finished firing a set when I took the call.

"Jason, I meant it. I'm not fucking you anymore. That was the last time.

Of course you don't believe it and no, your cock is not made of gold.

"Doesn't your wife have a vagina you can use?

"It isn't anything you did. You're a great fuck, honest. Yes, I know that you know that. Fuck.

Look, there are a dozen women you could hook up with this afternoon. I'm not going to be one of them. Got it? I'm not one of them.

Good, I don't love you anymore either. Goodbye."

Ok, so I dodged that one. If he had called at 9PM and I had any liquor in me, he would have been buried in it within the hour. I'll have to remember not to take his fucking calls. As soon as I had that thought, the god damn phone rang again. This time, he was ticking me off.

"Listen, you big dicked bastard. I'm NOT giving you a piece of ass, got it?"

There was a chuckle of laughter on the other end of the line. I looked at the caller number on my phone and didn't recognize the number. Oh shit, that might not be good.

"Hello?"

"Darla, good afternoon. David Stone here."

Fuck me. I stood there cringing in my studio in the middle of the afternoon. Fuck me hard.

"Why hello, David. Please excuse my comments earlier. Jesus H , what was I thinking. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I thought you were some other pest. I mean, you're not a pest. It was the other pest. Oh never mind. I'm sorry. What can I do for you?"

I had lost my wits completely but he was perfect.

"Darla, don't sweat it. I thought it was funny as hell and now I know better than call you in the middle of the afternoon and ask for a piece of ass."

If he only knew that was all he had to do. I gathered my thoughts the best I could and meekly laughed.

"Darla, can we reschedule tomorrow? I have something that came up for the morning and I was hoping we could push it to the afternoon, say around 2PM? Would that work?"

"Of course it would be fine, David. I'll plan on 2PM. I wish I could invite you to dinner but I've already made plans for the evening. I'll get Kiera to bring you out some evening for a dinner in the country."

"That would be great. Let's plan for it. For now, I'll be at your studio at 2PM tomorrow."

We said our goodbyes.

With the kiln still hot, I fired another set and then showered and changed into something for the evening. Sitting on my patio with a glass of wine in my hand, I recognized my problem. Hell, I'd done that a million times before so the recognition was no surprise. I was a lonely nymphomaniac. I had not had romance for years all the while saturated in sexual escapades. All my romantic inclinations were invested in the man I loved yet we had not laid hands on the other in over ten years. The hands of a cocksman hardly count for anything more than a prop for the elbows. So now the $20 question is what was I going to do.

That was an easy decision. I poured another glass of wine and then another until the bottle was empty. By early evening, I wasn't going anywhere so I pulled the cork on another and I never heard her enter.

"Mother, you are going to be a beautiful wino if you keep this up."

She had left all her piercings and junk at her apartment and she stood there in simple jeans and a tee shirt with sandals. She reminded me of when she was 16 years old.

"Wine is my best friend tonight. Do you want some?"

She poured herself a glass and plopped down on my couch.

"I saw Dad this afternoon. He told me he changed your date and you two were going to a party tomorrow evening at the Stanhopes, the same one Millicent and I are going to."

Millicent was Kiera's best friend and coworker at Phoenix and had visited out here several times. She had real talent in my studio and I'd love to help her develop it.

"Well, that should be interesting. Do the two of you have dates?"

She looked at me with that sly crooked grin of hers.

"As a matter of fact we do. David is taking both of us."

My brow must have arched because Kiera picked up on it immediately.

"Mother, please, he is a married man and his wife will be there too."

Given my knowledge and experience with men, I knew it didn't matter that his wife was there or not if he was looking for a bit of pleasure on the side.

"Do you think she is OK with her husband walking in with two beautiful women on his arm?"

"Mother, she is the one who suggested it. Besides, she knows about us."

Us? Did my little baby girl just intimate that she is having an affair with David? My mind went a hundred directions with that and I wanted to explore it further but I didn't. She read my face like a book.

She laughed. "I didn't admit to any affair with him. Millicent and I just drink beers together and hit the pub with him a couple times a week. Jesus, Mother, did you think I was fucking him?"

The way she said 'fucking' and the look of love I saw in her eyes a couple nights ago told me she sure wanted to if she wasn't but I let it rest. At that point the doorbell rang and Kiera asked if I was expecting company and I told her no as she went to answer. I started for the door myself but I didn't make it before I heard the commotion. In walked Jason with a case of beer under his arm followed by another man I didn't know and another woman. Jason was obviously inebriated.

"I knew you'd be up and waiting for us, Darla" he muttered with a half smile half sneer on his face.

I didn't have any patience for this and told him.

"Jason, you need to leave. I'm having a quiet evening with my daughter. You know Kiera."

The other man looked up and blurted "Jesus H, she's as fucking hot as her old lady. You tapping that too, Jason?" He laughed at his own crudeness.

Jason just muttered "Not yet."

"I mean it, Jason. You need to get to hell out of here."

He just ignored me and led his crowd into the living room and cracked beers for the four of them while handing one to Kiera who refused. The other man reached up and pulled Kiera onto his lap and she pulled back and slapped him hard across the face.

"You keep your pig fucking hands off me" and she jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

"Jason, get that fucker out of my house."

He just laughed again and grabbed me around the waist. "Don't worry about him, he's got Doris to help him out. Besides, if anybody is going to tap that fine little girl of yours, it's going to be me first but not until I get me some more of this fine fucking ass."

At this point, I was pissed but I also knew he was drunk and I thought I could handle him.

"Jason, you are clearly way fucked up and you have crossed the line. Now you need to get that stranger out of my house or I'm calling the cops."

"Don't you think you are some high and mighty piece of shit. Here's some news for you, babe. You can go with it or not, your choice."

Jason then threw me over his shoulder and started lugging me up the stairs. Even though I was still buzzed, I was in a right enough mind to know what he planned on doing. The problem was he was throwing me around like a sack of potatoes and there wasn't anything I could do about. He was a strong man. I knew that from experience with him. He was going to take what he wanted. But to do that with my daughter in the house was too much. I beat on his back and tried flailing in the air to no avail. His grip was tight and in a moment he had pinned me down on my bed.

I felt my blouse being ripped off first and with his hands around my throat, he leaned down and licked my nipples. For once, I wasn't aroused by it. I was angry. With his free hand, he pulled my gym shorts off my bottom and then ripped my panties off. He still held me by the throat and I could hardly breath. When I turned my face I found his wrist and I bit down hard. The next thing I knew was blackness. Jason drew back and punched me and I can only vaguely remember the next few minutes. He had unbuckled himself and dropped his trousers before mounting and starting to force himself on me. At that point I was completely helpless and could do nothing. I remember his drunken grin and the moment when he thought he was going empty himself in me. The next moment I heard the crack of something hard against bone and his eyes rolled back in his head before slumping off to the side.

Kiera stood there shaking with a baseball bat in her hand with tears streaming down her face. Her nose was bloodied and her lips were now puffed out and bleeding. Jason lay to the side of me with blood coming out of his nose and ears.

I looked at her and asked fearfully "The other man?"

"He is on the floor downstairs, the same way." Kiera looked at him and still bleary eyed picked up the phone and called 911. The police and medical were there in 15 minutes. Both of the men were in critical condition and carried off. Kiera's face had begun to swell and from her account, the man downstairs had grabbed her and started to molest her. She had apparently been able to break free and run towards the laundry room with him walking after her. She grabbed one of the softball bats that were stored in the utility room and when he reached striking distance, she busted his head open. With her adrenalin flowing she rushed upstairs and found Jason raping me and with one swing took him out.

The police questioned both of us and especially Kiera. The medical personnel did a rape kit and swab before demanding I go to the hospital. My face had begun to swell horribly and they suspected I might have a broken orbital socket or cheek bone. Kiera's face looked horrible now with her swollen lips and what appeared to be a developing black eye. We rode together in the EMV to the hospital where they did more tests. Fortunately, all I had was severe bruising and I would look like hell for several days, the same with Kiera to a lesser extent.

When we came out of the treatment area, Kiera ran over and hugged her Dad and then David Stone. She had called them while I was being x-rayed and both of them rushed over. Justin was alone but David had his wife with him and she came over and introduced herself before giving me a rundown on herbal treatments for my bruising. I didn't fucking need that right then and there but she was trying to be helpful so I didn't object. One of the police officers approached us and told us they did not anticipate any charges against either of us and we were both free to go.

Since my house was now a crime scene and still a mess, David's wife, Marylyn, insisted we stay at their home for the evening after returning to the house for some personal effects. Justin offered but I knew he didn't have the room so he thanked them profusely promising to make it up to them somehow. When we got to the house, Kiera and Marylyn went in and gathered the things we would need as David and I remained in the car.

"Darla, in the morning I would like to have somebody I know come out and clean up for you. You shouldn't have to do that awful job."

I tried to object but he would have none of it.

"Given the circumstances, we can put off our appointment for tomorrow. There is plenty of time for that. We can reschedule for later in the week."

I agreed and Marylyn and Kiera then joined us for the ride to the Stone household. By the time we settled in, showered and cleaned up, it was nearly 1AM. Kiera and I shared a large bed and I held my daughter as I wept myself to sleep.

When I awoke, I groaned and then I groaned again. My right eye was closed shut. Kiera had already risen and when she walked back into the room, I was startled. Her left eye was much like mine, swollen and closed. We were matching beaten bookends. She had tears in her eyes and asked me if I was alright. We both lost it at that point and cried in the other's arms.

After pulling ourselves together and cleaning up, we joined David and Marylyn downstairs. They had a great breakfast ready for us and we took it on their patio.

"Darla and Kiera, I took the liberty of calling Sarah Stanhope to beg off of her party this evening. I didn't think you would feel up for it however if you think otherwise I can call her back real quick."

"Oh that was probably the wise thing to do. We look horrible. Thank you, David" I said. "I'll need to call Justin."

"Darla, no need. I called him earlier this morning. He was quite concerned and asked if he could come by later today. I told him to come on by when he felt up to it. Now, I did take some liberties with that but since I talked him into taking you to that party this evening, I figured I could get away with it."

I was surprised at that as anybody would be but I was appreciative too. Kiera was just smiling quietly so I suspected she was in on it. After breakfast, I took a call from the police and they informed me that the man who initially attacked Kiera had suffered multiple skull fractures from the impact and wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Jason was still hospitalized as well. Kiera put her full strength in the blows apparently.

An hour or so after that, Kiera's friend, Millicent, came by the house and after several hugs and kisses, including a couple really close and intimate ones with David, they gathered Kiera's things and headed to her apartment. Justin showed up shortly after that and we hugged and sat outside for quite a while talking. We were not a couple but I had reached out to him recently hoping to kindle something. I sensed he was ready or at least wanted to share something. The big question was I going to be that person he wanted when we called it quits. He didn't ask and I didn't offer. We just talked comfortably and when David let us know the house had been cleaned, I was ready to go home, alone. I needed some time to myself to figure something out. Justin drove me there, hugged me when I got out and I entered the house.

It was an interesting few weeks. Kiera called a few times. We chatted, everything was all right. Justin called a number of times, everything was all right. I took care of some customer requests, restocked my wine and did some gardening. David called at the end of the third week and invited me over to dinner with him and Marylyn. My bruises were really faded to the point that a good makeup actually helped. I thought it was time to get out of the house.

I wore a light blue summer dress. I've never been really big up top, likening myself to having a couple of pear boobs with erasers for stems so I could wear most dresses without support. I felt sensual wearing it and it felt good. I think because I love to work out, my legs are my best asset. I stay lean and trim with good definition. I noticed that about both David and Marylyn. They were both fitness buffs.

When I arrived, they had set their home beautifully. Candles were lit and a delicate aromatic oil diffuser scented the rooms marvelously. Interestingly, David was doing the cooking and he had planned several courses so Marylyn played the gracious host as we settled back onto their patio.

When dinner was ready, our chef brought out his creations and we dined fabulously. After plying me with a lot of wine and cleaning up, we relaxed in the living room. It was still quite early and shortly after sitting down, the doorbell rang. For a moment I thought of that night a few weeks earlier but it was quickly dispelled. I heard laughter in the hallway and before I recognized it, Justin entered accompanied by a woman I had not formally met. Marylyn made the introductions

"Darla, let me introduce you to one of our dear friends. You know the other gentleman, I'm sure. This is Sarah Stanhope, our friend who hosted the party we so unfortunately excused ourselves from a few weeks ago. Sarah, this is Darla Wilson."

I rose and greeted her with a courteous hug and cheek plant.

"Darla is Kiera's mom."

"Oh my god, what a pleasure it is, Darla. I love Kiera to death. I'll have to have both of you over real soon. Jesus, you both look like you just popped out of the same pod. It's remarkable how much you look alike."

I thanked her for all the pleasantries and wondered what she was doing there with my Justin, well, could be my Justin. We settled in with drinks all around and in rather short order we were all laughing and getting rather plastered. Justin had only accompanied her to the house and was not her date. One thing I did pick up on was how assertive Sarah Stanhope was. It wasn't any one thing. It was little things as in how she might tell Marylyn to do something and she immediately obeyed and got up to do it. Then Sarah was sitting next to David and on one of her returns from the kitchen, Marylyn cuddled up next to David's leg sitting on the floor. At some point somebody called for shots and Marylyn scooted back in the room with a bottle of tequila, limes and salt shakers. OK, this was going to be a burner for certain now. She pulled a deck of cards from a table drawer. Sarah captured the attention.

"OK, we're all adults here so here are the rules. High card draw removes an item of choice from the low card draw and the low card does a shot. Both shoes go at the same time. Aces high. Simple right? That's what I thought. We'll figure out what the winner gets when we get there" she winked.

I looked over at Justin and saw his interest in Sarah. He was the proverbial kid in a candy shop, He was all for this. I've been here before. I've played this game a few times over the years and it was always a lot of fun but then, I always got seriously laid doing it. After nearly a month of reflection since the incident, I knew that this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to somehow get the love of my life back into what was left of it. I couldn't do this and looked back at Justin.