Masturbation Monday #182 — Carole’s Story

There was something about Carole…

When the two women went out for lunch—when Gui had to go back to work and they went back to being American and British tourists, respectively—that was when Sabrina saw it plainly.

“You are in love with Gui!” Sabrina exclaimed and clapped her hands, the recognition shocking her like electricity.

Carole smiled shyly.

Nodded.

She put out her cigarette, and smiled at Sabrina before she fished for another cigarette.

“I did not want to be in love with him,” Carole smiled shyly. “We met on a train when I was having a day in Paris, and it was quick between us. The people around us were sleeping, and we went into the bathroom together. It was obscene how close were were to each other. I could see his pores, he could see the bumps on my nipples. It felt too good when he was inside me, because we were so close to each other.”

Sabrina took the offered cigarette from her friend, and inhaled as Carole went on.

“I was fine for a one timer, I did not think that he was going to give me his number, and we were going to meet in Paris over and over again. He came to London then, and Drew! I saw him with Drew! Of course Drew asked about you…”

Sabrina nodded, hearing Drew’s name was like having ice water thrown on her, but she nodded and encouraged Carole to continue with her love story.

And she did gleefully.

“Enough times in Paris, and I was not a stranger. He was not a stranger, and I felt so close to him. Wanted to be close to him all of the time, told him all of my secrets and about you. How long you have been my best friend. How beautiful you are… When you said you were coming here…he wanted to meet you.”

“But the two of you are magic,” Sabrina confessed in a cloud of cigarette smoke. “When you are together it is kind of like looking at the sun.”

Carole grinned.

“You were watching? You are making me feel like Carole Lombard—my mom named me after her and I am sure I told you! I feel like when Gui and I are together, it is like a screwball comedy.”

“Well at least the screw part!”

Carole playfully hit Sabrina.

“When he is inside me I surrender, he fills me up and silences everything negative inside me. It is like he is a light. Like we both can be with other people, but it is not like being together.”

Sabrina thought of what it felt like to be filled up with Harry. He had sent her a text in response to hers, a picture of himself. Even though he did not like to take pictures, his captured silhouette made her wet as fuck. Being with Gui had been a futile replacement.

“Now me your story ,” Carole said coyly. “Because I am not alone in love….”

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