Redemption
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It was 7:30 on a Monday evening in May. I had just finished my last class of the semester at the community college. At 42, I was going back to school to learn a new career being unemployed during this economic downturn. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things for my supper that evening. I don’t know why I decided to stop at this particular Wal-Mart instead of the one in my hometown twenty miles away, but I did. I felt a sense of dread pulling into the parking lot: I used to work at this store six years ago, and there were a lot of bad memories weighing very heavy on my mind. Six years ago, I had completely made a mess of my life, and the Wal-Mart was the epicenter of what I had done. Six years ago, I entered into a sexual and emotional relationship with Renee, a co-worker that ended badly because she couldn’t tell me the truth, and used me to break up her marriage. To make matters worse, I was in management, and she was one of the people under my direct supervision, a serious violation of the company policy. Basically, I was offered the option of quitting and the company wouldn’t say anything about my violation of the rules, or be terminated and every prospective employer told of my transgressions. I took the first option. I spent the next six years trying to pick up the pieces and move on, but being lied to completely by someone I cared about, finding out about that from her jealous husband with a baseball bat one evening in the parking lot threatening to rearrange my face or anywhere else he would decide to smack me, did a lot of emotional damage to me. In the last six years, I had tried to get back on the horse that threw me a few times, but I couldn’t trust anyone. Every relationship would fall apart, one woman telling me that I was on an emotional island no one could get to, which was the truth. I was hell-bent on hurting someone like I was hurt, getting my revenge for what had happened to me if not on the one that hurt me, then on somebody, and I didn’t give a damn who it was. Even my best friend and roommate was a victim of my anger. Amazingly, Mary understood and forgave me for what I had done to her. I found a parking place for my Blazer and shut the engine off. I pulled a Camel Light out and my Zippo, and with shaking hands lit up. I sat in the seat and smoked, trying to force the dread and anger down. Finally, the cigarette was burned to the filter and I stubbed it out, rolled my window up and got out of the truck. All you have to do is get what you need, pay for it and get out. It’s only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most. You can do this, I thought. The entrance doors slid open and I walked in. As I walked in, the first person I saw was Carrie, and I smiled. Back a lifetime ago, when I first started there I was a cashier, and Carrie was my trainer. Over a short period of time, Carrie became one of my best friends. She was about an inch taller than I was at five feet eleven inches, and from what I remember from what she told me one night at work seven years ago, weighed one hundred seventy five pounds, and she didn’t look like she weighed any more or less. But here’s the thing: she didn’t look like she had an ounce of fat on her, she was a workout freak, working out on her home gym four nights a week after work. She was a year younger than I was. The first thing most men would remember if they saw her would be her chest, with what I would guess was at least DD size breasts, or her spectacular heart-shaped rear end. Yes, her titties and ass were spectacular, but what most men neglected to see was the area above them. With long, dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a pair of full very kissable lips, and what I thought was the most beautiful face I had ever seen, Carrie had an aura of sex appeal shining around her very brightly. I joked with her once that she could give a saint a hard-on. She could be an outrageous flirt, especially with me. In my defense, I could give it back just as well. She had been married when I first met her, to her high school sweetheart. I had met him once, and took an instant dislike to him, he seemed a little too slick, always having a good excuse for the terrible things he had done to her, like his numerous affairs he had that Carrie found out about and more than likely more than that. I guess the final straw for me was the one night I caught him making advances on another cashier. Meanwhile, Carrie had always been faithful to him. Carrie and I both knew and understood that our flirting was never going any further than that. And until the ill-fated relationship with Renee, I had never had made a move on a married woman. She was working at a register. Tonight, she was wearing a pair of tight black Levi’s 505 jeans and a dark blue knit sweater over a black turtleneck. I quietly walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” one of our cheesy lines we used to flirt with each other. She finished with her customer, and then turned to me and said with a smile, “You couldn’t handle me, stud,” then hugged me tightly. “How are you, Douglas James?” she asked me when she let me go. Carrie was the only person who called me by my given name, everyone else called me DJ. I smelled her perfume, it was the same scent that drove me nuts one night, threatening her that I was going to drag her to the back room and have my way with her. Her response was, “You couldn’t handle me, big boy,” and stuck her tongue out at me. After six years, it still had the same effect. “I’m better now that I’ve seen your beautiful face, Carrie. How are you doing, babe?” I asked her. “Well, as you see I’m still here. And, single. I’ve been divorced for a year now,” she replied showing me her left hand which looked bare compared to the way I remembered it with an engagement ring and wedding band. “My shift is over in thirty minutes, are you busy?” “I’m open, especially for my best girl. I’ll wait for you. I just need to get something to eat for supper,” I replied. “No you don’t, Doug. You’re coming with me. Don’t even think about waltzing in here after being gone for six years and only seeing me for thirty seconds and then disappear again,” she said sternly, but with a smile. How could I refuse that offer? “Okay,“ I said softly. “I’ll be right outside.” Carrie squeezed my hand and said, “Don’t disappoint me, Doug, and not be there in thirty minutes.” “I won’t, Care-Bear,” I said and kissed her cheek. ———– Thirty minutes and another cigarette later Carrie walked out of the store. “Where are you parked?” she asked me. I pointed in the general direction of where my truck was at. Carrie took my hand and said, “Come on, I’ll drive you over there, okay?” I smiled and we walked hand in hand to her car. Before she unlocked her car, she turned to me and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for nine years,” as she moved in and kissed me tenderly. I could feel the electricity pass between us. I kissed her back. My tongue slipped inside her mouth and tickled her tongue. She moaned into my mouth. When she pulled away, we were both out of breath. “Was it worth waiting nine years for, honey?” I joked. She kissed me again and said, “What do you think, baby?” “I’m thinking I could do this all night, Carrie,” I said. She smiled sexily and said, “I know we could do more than that all night, darlin’.” ———– I followed her to where she lived. She unlocked the front door and we went inside. I asked her, “So, what happened between you and um……..what was his name again?” Carrie laughed and said, “Does it matter what his name is? I should have listened to you and my mother, Mom didn’t like him at all, and you were half right, he wasn’t just slick, he was slime. The last straw for me was when I caught a STD from his cheating ass. I threw him out and took him for as much as I could get. Thank goodness we didn’t have children, I wanted him out of my life completely.” “Oh hell, Carrie, I’m sorry,” I replied. “Don’t be sorry, Doug. That was then. And this,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, “is now. Come into the kitchen and help me with supper. And molest me a little, stud.” “I’ll molest you a lot, babe,” I chuckled. “Good, because it’s been a while for me, and I seriously need to be wanted again,” Carrie said softly. I followed her into the kitchen. I hugged Carrie from behind and kissed her where her neck and shoulder come together. She threw her head back and moaned softly as I trailed kisses up her neck to her earlobe. My right hand was caressing her DD cup tits, while my left hand was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. My hard dick was rubbing against the crack of her ass. When her jeans were loose, Carrie took my hand and thrust it inside to feel her soaked panties. “Imagine working an entire eight hour shift like that, baby. I was like that at work just wanting you. I’d have to finger myself at lunch so I wouldn’t go insane for wanting to feel your hard dick inside my pussy, your tongue licking my clit, your hands on my titties, and wanting to swallow your hot cum. I was like that five nights a week for three years, just hoping and praying for tonight. I want you, I need you to fuck me senseless, Doug. Please, baby, I’m begging you!!” she cried. I turned Carrie around to look her into her brown eyes. I saw the fear of rejection in her eyes. I couldn’t reject her if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I kissed her tenderly and said, “Carrie, I need to tell you something. I haven’t been with anybody for six years, after what happened between Renee and I, I couldn’t open up to anybody, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t trust anybody. Hell, I couldn’t even trust myself. I hurt a lot of people, especially myself. “But, as you said, that was then and this is now. And this isn’t going to be a one night stand for me, Carrie. I care too much for you to do that to us. If you’re willing, let’s let this go wherever it goes. If it means we’re together for the rest of our lives, that’s okay, if you want me.” With a tear in her eye, Carrie said softly, “Yeah, I want that. I missed you so much, baby.” I wiped the tear off her cheek and said, “Shh, Carrie. I missed you so much as well, honey. I was a mess back then. I made a mess of my life. I’m sorry I left the way I did. I thought it was better that way, but it wasn’t. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again.” Carrie whispered, “Doug, I’m going to hold you to that,” and broke down crying. As I held her, the floodgates in my soul crashed down and I was crying too. I felt the pain of the past wash away and it was replaced with a feeling of peace I had not felt in a very long time. ———–
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