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 Let The Joyous News Be Spread The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

   (With apologies to Frank L!  lol)

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   Glasage et Noir

   Chapter 5

   Carrie could see the amazement on my face.  Her eyes searched mine for
something, and when I smiled at her, she said, "Arthur, could we go for a
little walk?"

   Thinking quickly, I stammered, "Uhhh.....  ahem, sure!"

   She chuckled softly, and stepped back from me, taking my hand and moving
toward the front door.  She stopped at the kitchen door, and put on a pair
of open sandals.  As soon as she had them properly in place, she turned
toward the front door and moved to it.

   We went through the door, Carrie still holding onto my hand.  She turned
left outside her unit, taking us toward the center of the apartment
complex. There is a series of walkways and paths throughout the complex,
all of the areas well lighted and exposed to the dwellers in dozens of
apartments.

   There was no crime to speak of in this complex, which fact must be a
powerful selling point for the owners.

   It also made for a near idyllic setting where late night strollers could
take their ease whilst stretching their legs.

   As we walked, Carrie kept a firm grip on my hand.  She would
occasionally squeeze it, and then go back to just holding it.

   We walked for more than ten minutes in silence, just taking in the night
air and enjoying the South Florida starlight.

   There may not be a finer place to walk late at night than in Fort
Lauderdale, at least not in the first week of April.

   The weather was simply spectacular.  The serious heat of summer was yet
a month and a half away.  For now, the temp was somewhere around seventy
eight degrees, and I was just loving it.

   Carrie came to an abrupt halt.  I looked at her, but kept silence.  The
look on her face was unfathomable.  I simply enjoyed looking back at her,
waiting to see if she would speak.

   She didn't say a word.

   Instead, she put her arms around my neck and put her lips against mine.
Her kiss was immediately passionate, holding back nothing.  Her hands went
back to caressing my neck and shoulders while her tongue made its way into
my mouth.

   I pulled her hard against me, thrusting her tummy and hips against my
lower body.

   Something was growing down there!  I could feel it.

   I realized by the way Carrie started grinding herself against me that
she could feel it, too.

   Her tongue became more insistent.  I pushed my tongue into her mouth,
and she started sucking on it.  It felt marvelous.

   I brought my hands from around her back to slowly smooth their way up
either side of her body.  I moved slowly, not wanting Carrie to feel she
was being rushed.

   For answer, she put her hands on my butt and grasped it firmly!

   You could have felled me with a feather at that point!

   I did not stop for a moment.  I lightly brushed my hands up and down her
rib cage, very gently nudging the sides of her breasts.  I could feel her
breath quicken and I was certain I could feel heat coming from her.

   "Ohhh..  Arthur.  Could we go back?" she asked me between kisses.

   I didn't say a word, I just reached down and picked her up, turning to
go to her apartment.

   She started giggling.  "Arthur, what are you doing?" she asked, laughing
harder as she spoke.

   I started chuckling and answered her.  "I thought I would give new
meaning to the old phrase, 'carried away'".  As I said this, I found myself
laughing so hard that I had to stop and put her back on her feet.

   She laughed along with me, changing to belly laughs as she "got" the
intended pun.

   Did I mention that she is simply beautiful?

   Her dark hair, and her dark eyes are so lustrous that I easily get lost
in them.  Her entire body was shaking with the laughter, and it was
heavenly to watch.  I could clearly see her headlights poking through her
blouse.

   As our laughing subsided, I moved into her arms.  I leaned down and
kissed her, being very gentle and getting maximum lip surface.

   Carrie held me tight.

   I broke the kiss, and moved back while taking her hand.  I didn't speak;
I simply started walking back toward her apartment.  Carrie fell right into
step with me, matching my pace.  Her body moved in a feline fashion, and it
made me hotter to watch her legs work.

   She took obvious pleasure in seeing me look her over.  She did not avoid
looking at me as well.

   We continued like that all the way back to her door.  When we reached
it, she pulled a key out of her pocket and let us in.  As we entered,
Carrie said, "Excuse me, Arthur, I need to freshen up", and she moved off
toward her bedroom.  Her apartment was much like Chris' and mine, so I went
to the "guest" bathroom to freshen up.

   I was not surprised to find my cock still mostly hard when I fished it
out.  It got soft fast enough so that I could relieve myself without
waiting.  I washed my face and hands and went out to the living room.

   Carrie was waiting there.  She was sitting on the couch with both feet
on the floor.  She had a pillow next to her, between her and the arm of the
couch.

   She patted the couch next to her.  "May I offer you a seat, sir?" she
asked with a smirk.

   I didn't hesitate but moved over directly and sat down next to her.  She
put her head back against the couch and just looked into my eyes.  I turned
myself enough to be able to look back without straining my neck.

   Neither of us spoke.

   I reached out and took her hand in mine.  She grasped it firmly, calmly
looking at me all the while.

   "Arthur, do you know the expression, 'Old Souls?'" she asked.

   I was flabbergasted.  I had been thinking in just such terms for several
minutes, and I wondered if she could read my mind.

   "Yes, Carrie, I know the expression well.  I have read a great deal
about such ideas, and I'm sure there are many such individuals on earth who
qualify as old souls" I answered.  "There seems to be quite a few people in
this world who just seem to be so..." I said, not knowing how to express
myself clearly.

   "Calm", said Carrie.  "So calm", she said.

   She looked away.

   "I seem to attract old souls, Arthur," she said.  "I think you are one
of them.  I don't know if there really are such things.  I only know how I
feel when I am around someone who qualifies as one."

   Her hand tightened on mine as she continued to look away.

   I said, "There is no question about it: I am for sure attracted."

   I was feeling very warm.

   Carrie looked back at me, and slid herself over to me, moving onto my
lap and putting her arms around my neck.  She kissed me very gently,
holding the back of my head with both hands.

   I put one arm around her shoulders, pulling her toward me.  My other
hand went to her far hip, pulling tightly on it.

   It seemed to me that she was fusing herself to me and our bodies were
melting into one another.  We stayed with that kiss for more than a few
minutes.  Slowly our lips parted and we paused to catch our breath.  Carrie
rested her head against my shoulder, and I rested my chin very lightly on
top of her head.  Her hair smelled so good.  She had her own unique scent,
and I knew then and there that I would love to smell it all the time.

   A small panic was suddenly in my head.  I knew exactly what it was.  It
was the same feeling I'd had just a few months before, when Jana had told
me she would not stop seeing others, but only me if I had a problem with
her activities.  The sense of panic I felt was because of the depth of
feeling I had toward Carrie.

   I realized I might be falling for this woman.

   A woman whom I did not really know.

   Yikes.

   My inclination was to do a "Fagin": I think I'd better think it out
again!

   But, oh, what sweet aroma came from this woman.

   And what chef can resist a great aroma?

   Not this chef!  lol

   Carrie disengaged me, and stood up.  She had hold of my hand, and leaned
forward to kiss me lightly on the lips.  I returned her kiss, and stood up
with her.  She stepped back from me, looking in my eyes.

   "Will you stay with me tonight, Arthur?" Carrie asked.  "I would like it
very much if you did."

   I could feel a thrill rush from my toes to the top of my head.

   As it passed my groin, it seemed to stop for a moment, playing about the
many nerve endings there.

   My gaze did not waver from her eyes.  I was staring so intently, I could
not think what to answer.  I was stunned and completely overwhelmed.

   Carrie suddenly burst into tears, crushing herself against me and
burying her face in my shirt.

   I realized then what must have been happening.

   "Yes!  Carrie, yes!  I want to stay here" I said with all the conviction
I could muster.  "There's no place I would rather be than here."

   She quieted instantly.

   "With you!" I added.

   She sniffled some more, holding me tightly.

   She spoke so softly that I almost missed the first few words.  "You must
think I am so simple, getting so emotional on you like this" she said.  "I
guess I am just not used to feeling like this."

   The smell of her hair and the closeness of her body were doing a number
on me.  It was plain that Carrie could feel my hard on against her belly,
and she was moving her hands around on my lower back, dipping a bit to
caress my butt every few strokes.

   This was seduction 101.

   I like simple courses; simple ones are easy to follow!

   "I'm a simple guy, Carrie.  I happen to love simple" I said.

   As soon as I said it, I knew I had dropped a bomb.  Her arms flew around
my neck and her mouth was hot on my mouth.  She was practically crawling
into my arms, pulling against me so hard that I almost lost my balance.

   I came up for air.

   "Could I have some more water?" I asked.

   Carrie smiled like a Cheshire cat and took my hand, leading me to her
kitchen.  We walked into it and she reached into a cabinet, grabbing a
glass and turning on the tap.  She let the water run for a few seconds and
then filled the glass, handing it to me while she turned the water off.

   I jiggled the glass as I took it, spilling a little water on her hand.

   Her smile never wavered.

   "Arthur, you sure know how to make a girl all wet!" she said, and
proceeded to howl with laughter.

   I blushed like a flame, but I howled along with her.

   "Natural talent, Ma'am," I said, "passed down through generation after
generation!"

   I knocked back the glass of water; it felt like cool health flowing down
my gullet.

   Carrie took the empty glass from my hand, placing it on the counter. 
She tilted her head up at me, signaling me to kiss her.  I obliged.

   She leaned back.

   "I'm still wet", she said with sparkly eyes.

   "Is it time for a swim?" I asked, arching my eyebrow and smirking.

   For answer, Carrie simply took my hand and started walking out of the
kitchen.

   "Lets do a few laps," she said.

   We rounded the corner into her living room, and she led me to her
bedroom door.

   I hesitated at the opening.

   Carrie looked at me with concern.  I could see anxiety in her eyes and
tight lines of fear on her forehead.

   "Carrie...  " I began, "I need you to know something," I said. 
"Something about me: I don't make a habit of being intimate with ladies I
have only just met.  I know that is not the macho way to be, but it is my
way."

   A look of relief passed over her face as she replied, "Arthur, neither
do I."

   I knew she could see the surprise in my eyes.  She smiled at me,
reaching out to take my hand.  "I know I come on all hot to trot, but I
really don't know what's come over me today.  I am usually very
conservative with new men that I meet.  I think maybe its because you and
Chris are like brothers that I feel so close to you."

   She paused, and kissed me softly.

   "You feel like someone I have known for all my life, Arthur.  I feel
perfectly safe with you, and I won't deny it," she said.

   I put my arms around her and pulled her to me.

   "I feel just as safe with you, Carrie," I said.  "I cannot explain it
either; I only know that you feel like something that is a part of me, and
I haven't felt that in a long time."

   Her eyes got misty and she started moving back away from me, though she
kept hold of my hand, pulling on me.

   "Arthur, you've started a flood, my dear," she said.

   I let her get as far from me as her arm would stretch, and then I
followed her in to her room.

   You could have powered the lights of Milwaukee off of my face at that
moment..





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