Making Scents Ch. 04

Carol nodded and leaned in toward him. Donald could swear she was going to kiss him when her cell phone rang. The happiness seemed to drain from her face when she saw the number.

"Hello?" she said, answering it. "I told you I was going to a movie with a friend. Yes, we just got out. No, we were going to go for drinks. But I . . .You do . . .You do. . .You do. . .I am. Yes, I'll leave right now. Bye."

Carol put the phone away with a sad look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Don, but I have to get going."

"No drinks?" Donald asked.

"I'd love to, but I can't," she sighed. "Rain check?"

"Sure." Donald could see that she didn't want to go. He wished he had the pheromones. Then he could just tell her to stay and she'd happily obey him. "You know, you don't have to go if you really don't want to." he told her. "You look like your best friend just died."

"I'm just upset that I have to leave one of my best friends in the lurch like this." she told him.

The word "friend" stung and Donald realized his hopes were just that - hopes. He needed to get out of there. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Other plans, remember?" he smiled.

Carol backed up awkwardly as though some invisible force was pulling her away. "OK, well, I'll see you Monday then?"

"OK." Donald replied.

She waved to him and then reached out as if to touch him. Her hand stopped and then curled into a fist which she squeezed tightly.

"Bye, Don!" she said as she turned and ran. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn she was starting to cry. He almost felt sorry for her if he didn't know that she was running off to see her boyfriend. He HAD to be the one that called. He was obviously the jealous type. And now, she'd go to him and he'd fuck her. And what would Donald do? He'd go play some D&D and then go home alone. Then suddenly, he remembered that Carol had driven. The bitch left him stranded!

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Tears ran down Carol's face as she rushed to her car. Richard was waiting and the longer he waited the worse he would be with her. She didn't know what had just happened. She needed to be out with Donald so she could spend time with a man that actually cared for her and respected her. She didn't even plan on anything sexual coming between them. At least she told herself that. But why then was she wearing such a sexy outfit?

When she met him everything was normal but the longer she was with him the more those sexual feelings towards him grew. She sent signals through the movie, touching him whenever she could, looking over at him, snuggling closer to him. Donald never tried to touch her but he kept looking at her and she was sure there was desire in his eyes, even though there was no signal in his body. By the end of the movie, she just wanted to stand up and scream at him, "Do you want me or not?!"

She didn't want to go out for drinks with him. She just wanted to go home with him. 'Why didn't I just ask?' she thought. She knew, though. She was waiting for him to ask. She was throwing out every signal she could and he wasn't catching one of them. He obviously wasn't interested in her that way, but the urge to just grab hold of him had gotten so strong she could barely keep her hands off of him. She was going to kiss him when her phone rang and, as strong as her need for Donald had gotten, the fear of Richard was still stronger. It had been a battle to the end. She almost reached out and pulled him into her. She almost revealed her true desires to a man that surely saw her as just a friend. Why weren't the ones you want attracted to you?

Fine. She'd go to Richard's place and do what he wanted. Her pussy was soaking. She hadn't been this horny in ages. So if Richard wanted to fuck her, then great. But, when he was with her tonight, she'd be imagining fucking Donald. He was all she could think about right then

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Carol was the last person Donald wanted to think about and yet, she kept popping into his head. The quiet in the cab ride to Kevin's place was excruciatingly long and quiet. Once he was in the company of his friends, however, and the jokes were flying and the dice were rolling, things got better. But there were still moments when a lull occurred and he pictured Carol lying under a faceless man, making sweet passionate love.

"Hey Kevin, is your mom home tonight?" Rajesh asked.

"Yeah, why?" Kevin asked.

"Just wondering." Rajesh answered.

Kevin knew he was lying. "Stop thinking about fucking my mom, man. That's just sick."

Rajesh laughed. "It's only sick if YOU think about it. She's a fuckin' sexy woman."

Rajesh was right, too. Mrs. Rachael Townsend was a beautiful 45 year-old blonde who looked ten years younger than she actually was, at least. She was a successful business woman who didn't need a career thanks to the money her husband had left her when he died. But she was all about doing something with her life. She stood 5'6" with curly golden locks that reached the middle of her back. She was thick, but in a muscular way. She could easily beat up any of the guys at the table but, then again, that wasn't saying much. Her biggest assets were her double D's and they were that size after shrinking from her intense workouts. Rachael was solid muscle, well tanned from the salon, had oriental eyes from her great grandfather and was often mistaken for Bobbi Bling Bling, the wrestler.

As if on cue, she walked into the room causing Rajesh to become as visibly red as is possible for an East Indian man. She showed no sign of whether or not she had heard his comment. She stood there in her workout tights, having just come back from the gym and five of the six men around the table could not help but drool over her and feel their cocks expand. The fact that such a woman had a son who was dateless, lived at home and played Dungeons and Dragons, was a mystery to the community at large.

"Are you boys set for the evening?" she asked politely.

"We're fine, Mom," Kevin said in an annoyed voice. "I told you not to come in during a session. Call and I'll come to you."

Kevin was making an attempt to look like the man of the house. The effort failed miserable since it wasn't his house and she talked to him like he was six.

"I'm sorry, Dear." she apologized. "I'll leave you boys to your fun. I just came to say 'hi'."

"Hi, Mrs. Townsend," the boys said in unison.

"Hi, boys," she smiled. "Enjoy your evening."

"Thanks, Mrs. Townsend," the boys said in unison.

She turned and walked out and there was only silence as they looked at her toned muscular ass through the spandex.

"Rajesh, roll a twenty-sider," Kevin said suddenly.

"For what?" asked Rajesh as he snapped out of his happy thoughts.

"If you get less than seventeen, then your fighter will be charmed and do nothing but stare at the asses of the female characters for the next 2 rounds." Kevin explained.

Rajesh was confused. They weren't fighting any spell casters. "What caused that?"

"You looking at my mother's ass and thinking about fucking her!" Kevin hissed.

The other guys at the table all looked at Kevin then exchanged glances with each other. Every one of them picked up a die and rolled it with a smile.

Kevin frowned at the display in front of him. "Assholes."

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Carol wasn't going to make it. She was still fifteen minutes away from Richard's and hornier than she'd been in ages. She wanted Donald. She wanted to turn the car around and pick him up, take him home and fuck the hell out of him. She needed to fuck so much by this point that she was squirming in her seat and her driving was affected. She pulled off the main road, onto a side street and stopped. Her breathing was heavy and, if she didn't know any better, she'd swear that someone had given her an aphrodisiac. She needed to cum.

She undid her jeans and pushed down her panties which were already wet. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed it furiously. It helped but she needed more. She undid her top and her front-clasp bra and began to squeeze her breasts and twist her nipples. Little sparks ran through her. If a man was doing it to her then she would have smiled. Right now, she was just consumed with need. One hand stayed on her breast while the other slipped back between her slick pussy lips. She moaned and pushed herself up in her seat to get more access. She was breathing in gasps already. Her fingers moved back and forth rapidly and she clenched her legs together. When the orgasm hit her, she called out "GODDDDDD!"

Her entire body tensed. Her knees banged into the steering wheel. She pinched her nipple so hard that she saw stars. Finally, she settled down, both in her mind and in her seat. 'What the hell was that?' she wondered, but soon realized that it wasn't over. The need began to build again. She opened her purse and looked through the contents. She pulled out a hair brush, the kind with thick plastic bristles that have the little balls on the end. Then she found herself removing her pants completely. She pushed her seat back and reclined it a bit to give her some more room and then sucked on the round handle of the brush while she played with her clit again. She should have tried to finish herself off quickly, she knew, but this was feeling too good. Richard would punish her for being so late.

'Fuck him' she thought and shoved the brush handle up her cunt. She held it in for a moment and squeezed her pussy around it, getting the feel of it. Then she pumped it in long slow strokes. More. She needed more. She looked in her purse again and pulled out two hair clips. She squeezed them opened and then let them bite down on her tits. That was better. She started to fuck herself faster and frigged herself with her free hand. What she wouldn't give for a cock right now. Then, the stick shift caught her attention. It was about 8 inches long with the round ball at the top. Her mind went over both the insanity of what she was thinking as well as the logistics of pulling it off. She hit the sunroof button and then climbed over to her new toy. She stuck her head out of the sunroof and grabbed the opening to steady herself. She turned so she was facing the back of the car and placed a knee on each of the front seats. Slowly she lowered herself onto the stick shift. The ball on the top stretched her and felt weird since she could barely feel the stick below it. It was a good weird though. She began to move up and down on the stick. It was strange feeling this ball move in and out of her pussy. She held onto the roof opening with one hand and grabbed the brush with the other. She rubbed the bristles over her pussy lips and clit and the sensation as the bristles bent and snapped back across her skin made her quiver. Her eyes closed and she got into a good rhythm. The hair clips shifted from her motions and scraped her tits. She picked up pace and added pressure with the brush. It felt fucking amazing. The night air filled her lungs as her head popped up through the sunroof before dropping down into it again.

"Fuck yeah!" she called out. She moaned and grunted as she felt a big orgasm building. She threw her head back but hit the opening of the sunroof. So she tried to control herself a bit more. She also discovered that some of her hair had snagged but rather than free it she pulled against it so if felt like someone was pulled her back. She felt her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. She hammered herself again and again on the stick shift and crushed the brush into her body as she rubbed it back and forth.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!" She screamed and bright colours flashed in her head. She gave a few more hard thrusts on the stick shift and then dropped the brush. She grabbed onto the roof opening with both hands to keep from collapsing and enjoy the night air at the same time. Then she realized that the lights in her head had not stopped flashing. She opened her eyes to see a police cruiser parking behind her. The sound of a throat clearing made her turn to see an officer standing next to the car watching her. She went red at first, wondering how she must look with her shirt and bra open and her naked tits hanging with hair clips on them, her naked bottom impaled on the stick shift and cum dripping out from under her, her hair messed and snagged on the sunroof window, and a "just fucked" look in her eyes. She knew she was pretty much fucked. So she said the only thing she could think of.

"What seems to be the problem, Officer?"