1. Pretty Mama


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    he was momentarily blind. She slammed her car door like she wanted to ruin it, then leaned against it and exhaled long and slow. She was unsteady on her feet, and wearing a dress so tight it seemed it couldn’t keep pace with the tired movements of her body. There were long, dark streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. She looked down at the ground and avoided looking at him. He put the chair back inside and looked around to see if there was a box of Kleenex. All he could find was toilet paper. He pulled a small wad off the roll and brought it out. She took the toilet paper without looking at him and wiped at her eyes. It just made the smudges worse. He started to ask if she was okay, but she just held up her hand. Up close, he realized she was something more than pretty. Even with the smudges on her face, she had the kind of beauty that turned the lives of some women into a lamentable mess. He was relieved she wouldn’t look at him. He didn’t think he could look back. “Jessica’s fine,” he said. “We had some cake. Ice cream. Read a story. She’s sleeping on the couch.” He waited longer than necessary for an answer, but she only nodded her head. He said goodnight and walked across the lot to his apartment. His kitchen was insidiously bright, and he realized there were no pictures on his walls, either. He decided he would go out the next day and buy some posters. Maybe a few. Something with some nature. Something with some art. There was a soft knock at the door. She ...
    almost looked at his face now, but never actually made eye contact. Her face was clean but her eyes still looked damp. She looked younger than before. She started to say something, but her body shivered once and she started crying. She managed a strangled thank you. “It’s okay,” he said. “She’s a wonderful kid.” She cried harder then. Leaned against him and shook with violent sobs. He felt stiff and awkward, but he finally put his arms around her and touched her hair while she cried. She smelled of whiskey, perfume and a little bit of sweat. Standing in the doorway of his apartment, hugging a woman whose name he didn’t know, he wanted to think of something useful to say. He could have told her that everything would look better in the morning, but he knew she wouldn’t believe him, and he wasn’t too sure he believed it himself. All he could think to say was, “ Shhh. Shhh. ” He held onto her for a long time. Long after the sobbing subsided and she was just breathing against him. Breathing inside the circle of his arms, her breasts pressing and releasing on his body. “Bad night,” he said. Question as much as statement. “You could say.” She was talking into his neck. He was talking into her hair. Her breasts pressed in harder, without the help of her breathing now. “You okay?” “Getting better.” “Good. Um. I don’t seem to want to let go.” “S’okay. I don’t seem to want you to.” “Maybe it doesn’t matter if you love someone,” he said. “Maybe if you just love the moments you spend, it’s ...
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