Carmen - Sex Stories

Carmen

1. Jack and Isabelle were drinking tea in the parlor. Carmen was upstairs, Martin was out on a social call, and Kelly was out riding her horse, overseen by one of the grooms.

“How did Carmen and you meet, Jack?” asked Isabelle.

“We met when we were in college,” said Jack briefly. She waited for him to go on, but he did not.

“Were you at the same university? Come on, I’m curious!”

“No, she went to Wellesley – that’s a girls’ school.”

“And where did you go?”

“I went to a university in Cambridge.”

“Harvard? You went to Harvard?”

“I don’t have a university degree,” said Jack, not answering the question.

“So how did you meet?”

“I played football. We met at a pep rally. One of those events where the school tries to drum up enthusiasm before a game.”

“So, tell me about it,” prodded Isabelle.

“There’s nothing to tell,” he responded with a trace of irritation. “She was a virgin. I was not. We fucked. She got pregnant. We decided to get married.”

“Go on,” said Isabelle.

“I left the university, joined the army. Did six years. Came home and joined my father-in-law’s company as an assistant manager.”

“You worked your way up to CEO?”

“I’ve finished my tea,” he said standing up. “I need to get back to work.”

Isabelle caught his wrist and pulled him down to sit in on the sofa beside her. To keep him from leaving abruptly, she moved over and sat on his lap. He put his arm around her waist. She twisted around and doing do, her firm breasts were centimeters from his face. Up close, he could see through the thin, white silk of her blouse to the lacy patterns of her black bra. It was low cut and strapless.

“The maids will be in here any time to clear up, Isabelle,” Jack said. “We shouldn’t start them talking.”

“Why, I’m not doing anything Kelly wouldn’t do!” she said innocently, undercutting her words by unfastening the top button of her blouse to show him her cleavage. However, they soon heard the tap-tapping of Carmen’s heels in the hallway and Isabelle quickly stood up and re-seated herself on a chair.

Jack took advantage of his freedom to stand up. He went up to Carmen as she entered and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’ve just finished my tea, dear, but perhaps Isabelle will keep you company,” he said. He smiled at them both and left.

Isabelle poured Carmen a cup of tea.

“Thank you, dear,” said Carmen, as she dropped in a lump of unrefined sugar and stirred it in with a silver teaspoon.

“I was just asking Jack how the two of you met,” said Isabelle, chattily. “He said you met at university. But he didn’t seem to want to talk about it. Most Harvard men I know will go on and on about it with the slightest excuse.”

“Poor Jack,” said Carmen. “He didn’t have the best time there.”

“Tell me about it,” said Isabelle, leaning forward and putting her chin on steepled hands. Carmen thought again what an angelic face she had.

“Jack was very poor,” Carmen said. “His father was a sergeant in the Army ...