More to Love (Part III)

Continued from http://www.pserotica.com/node/8067

Rita opened her bag of yellow m&m’s and stared at her phone.
6:30 PM.

She fished for a piece and smiled when she saw it was green, her favorite color. Rita had worn her favorite green dress to work today eliciting shouts of “Animo!” from her office mates. She just smiled at every one of them.

“Fuckity fuck you all.” she had said quietly through her fake smile.

She looked down at what she was wearing and frowned. While it was her favorite color, the dress seemed a little tight, especially in the bust area. She also noticed some of her bulges showing at the sides. Rita shifted her position and sat straight in her chair. She saw her reflection on the café’s window and sighed.

Fatso.

She looked at the green candy in her fingers and made a face. As she was about to pop it in her mouth, she noticed a figure approaching her on the window’s reflection.

“Rita?”

It was Carlo. God, he still looked so handsome. Her knees buckled as she stood up to buss his cheek with her lips, the sexy smell of Armani Mania coming from his neck.

“Hey, you! Long time no see! It’s been ages!” she said, trying not to stutter.

“I know! You look great! Sorry, I’m late.” Carlo said as he sat on the metal chair facing Rita.

“Nah, I got out early from work so I went straight here. Nothing to do anyway.” she answered.

“Cool. Let’s order something. I’m starving.”

Two hours, a platter of spicy sausages, two refillable iced teas and a bucket of San Mig Light later, it began to rain so they moved their table closer to the entrance where there was less chance they would get wet. It also meant that they were now almost sitting next to each other, his Armani Mania a breath away. They had talked about anything and everything they could think of.

On jobs: “It’s okay. I’m not happy but a job’s a job, right?”

On relationships: “I’ve had two relationships since high school. Nothing serious, mainly just daily exchanges of hi’s, hello’s, bye’s and love you’s.

On Michelle: “We were never together. She kept calling me but I wasn’t interested in her.”

On Michelle: “Yeah, she’s a bitch. Haha! Who were you interested in back then?”

Carlo face turned bright crimson as he thought of his answer.

“Well, since we’re both adults now, I guess it’s okay to say that it was you I was interested in.”

It was Rita’s turn to blush. It was the answer she always wanted to hear. Now that she heard it, she still couldn’t believe it. She wanted to push the table, jump into his arms and give him a nice wet kiss. Instead, she took out one of the remaining bottles of beer from the bucket and popped the cap. What followed was a rush of bubbles, most of them slushing the front of Carlo’s shirt.

“Fuckity fuck! I’m so sorry, Carlo!” Rita said as she stood up to dab his crush’s shirt with napkins, only to knock over his almost-full bottle of beer with her boobs, spilling more alcohol on Carlo, this time on his pants.

“Whoa, that’s cold!” Carlo said, laughing.

“Fuckity fuuuuck! Oh my God, Carlo, I’m so sorry!” Rita was blushing furiously now as she debated whether to dab napkin on the front of his pants.

Carlo sensed her discomfort and got the napkins from the table and put them on his pants. He was still laughing but his eyes were fixed on Rita’s huge breasts straining against the fabric of her dress, seemingly wanting to break free.

“It’s fine, really! No problem. Happens all the time. Hahaha!” he said as he watched her sit back down on her chair, face still red with embarrassment. “You just owe me a clean set of clothes. Hahahaha!”

Rita formed an idea in her head but shrugged it off. This was neither the time nor the place to think such unclean…

“You wanna go back to my place?”

…thoughts. Fuckity fuck!

Carlo looked at her seriously and then smiled. He raised his hand and signaled for the bill from the waiter.

Fuckity fuck?

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So we meet again, my long lost friend
Once again, we get to start anew,
And it feels like a thousand years,
I've been loving you.

Girl have you been waiting here, for someone near,
Searchin' the world for a friend,
Come on in, I've been expecting you
Sweet reunion, welcome home again
- Sweet Reunion, Kenny Loggins

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************* To be Continued **************