Todos los capítulos de JUST LOVERS: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CARL.I want to start over... As soon as she said that, I went crazy.It's difficult to explain what I felt. What she said was a demand, an expression of entreaty. She was asking me for help.When I approached her table I never imagined touching her. I wanted to, I obviously wanted her from beginning, but I really didn't think this could go any further. That woman with her crazy words and her red confession transformed me into one being of action. That's what happened.I resolved stay in my apartment that night. My job is usually too competitive and sometimes tiresome; trying to keep it simple. My weekends is to devote to nothing, to stay at home or somewhere else to unwind. I wouldn't be there, I-wouldn't-be-in-that-restaurant. It wasn't meant to be, and I'm not a man to believe in such nonsense of destiny. In fact, I still think that this dinner I shared with her (if we can even call it dinner, because I don't remember eating anything but herself), if it had been planned, it would n

OLIVIA."I thought you were scared.""Why?" he asked quietly between bites of his escalope.I completely regretted ordering a salad. Who eats those straws for dinner? Just me, I guess. «If I ask him to give me a little bit... »Watching that Thermidor meat being devoured by those appetizing teeth, almost made me forget that he expected an answer."Because you thought I was gone. How would you find me?"His fork froze in mid-air."Here." He shrugged."What if I never came here again?""The other night you told me this was one of your favorite restaurants.""What if I moved out of town?"He stopped chewing."Are you planning to travel somewhere?"I stared at him for a moment. I didn't answer him and amused myself with that, knowing he wouldn't demand it of me. So, I continued eating."Is your salad good?""Yes.""Did you like that beer?""Yes. This is my favorite drink."He stopped eating again."I thought it was the wine.""I like it too, but I like beer much more."He froze for a mome

OLIVIA.I stood behind the wall of the Personnel Department.It was Saturday and very early. The other employees had not arrived.I carried out the tasks that my boss asked me to do: choose the flowers for his girlfriend, buy them, put in the office, over her desk, and wait to receive the delivery that would bring a very exclusive breakfast.I was very sure that my great boss would not be in the building that morning and I thought that this gallantry was a distant congratulation, an apology for not being here, but how wrong I was. The exclusivity of this breakfast was a lingerie kit as a present, attached to the famous meal.And at detail made him not stand idly by, he couldn't bear to send it to her without him being there.So, he arrived after a while, closed the door of his beloved's office, and I, hidden like crazy behind a wall, could hear them and even imagine the exact spot where they were... doing it.Because they were "doing it", yes. They were making love in that office.Str

OLIVIA.I got dressed, made up, and perfumed. I left the house at the appointed time to arrive on time. I was too excited—as I had never been before—for this meeting with Carl. I was so engined that I completely forgot to call the restaurant and reserve a table.On my way home from work, I was imagining the idea of reserving one of the farthest and most private tables in the place. I wanted to return to the enjoyment that he provoked in me the time we met, where he enveloped me with his body, his hands, and his psyche in the middle of the restaurant, almost in front of everyone. I wanted to live again the risk of being seen, even if we were hiding.I wanted so many things... The itch, the sensation caused by his flattery in the fragmented panorama of danger, that gloomy vision, that delicious nervousness. The truth is that I wanted him in La Napolitana because the place had already been baptized by our ways of living.In the end, however, so much mist made me forget the reservation.B

CARL.I heard her gasp, choked and desperate for me to give her some respite, but her voice and my urgency turned me into a headdress, into a damned and pinched madman.I let her lean against my body as I lifted her dress.I unbuckled my belt almost whimpering, because I felt my task was taking too long.I pulled my cock out, grabbed Olivia's thighs, settled them around my hips, pushed the fabric aside and penetrated her hard."Damn it!" I exhaled in anguish.She screamed. She didn't speak, screamed! But with each thrust, I knew that she was liking it as much as I did, especially that barrier of stinging and stretching amalgamated with a damned relief, like a pain that gives pleasure because doesn't end, one of those deceiving because you think find the end of the tunnel when it's not. I practically hit her, I penetrated her nonstop. I dug my fingertips into her back as my assaults peeled her off the wall, put her diagonally, upright, arched, and back to the wall against my palms, whi