The Rejection Chronicles: Carmyn and Angel

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The Rejection Chronicles: Carmyn and Angel Guess what ladies? Men have huge egos. When we meet you and we’re attracted to you we can’t help it, our egos swell to enormous sizes along with other parts of our body. We start to imagine you are interested in every third word that slips from our lips. Our imaginations run wild and we believe our cocks must captivate you. We sit there pretending to listen to you prattle on about your latest hair or clothing crisis while in our brain we are imagining you impaled on our protuberance with our smooth moves driving you to states of ecstasy you have never experienced in your life. We think of you transported into the throes of passion by the magical power of our unique and super powerful erection. So that is how it was when John who at forty was nineteen years her senior met and was besotted with the voluptuous and smoky-eyed caramel skinned beauty Carmyn Delioz. John met the young twenty-one-year-old brunette stunner at a local writer’s workshop. Tired by years of toiling away building his law firm, John had decided in his spare time, to return to his true love, writing. Attending the writer’s workshop John had found most of the other participants to be mediocre at best and overall as a group quite boring. Carmyn on the other hand was enthralling and the two of them quickly formed a close bond. In most things John was a classicist. He drove a fully restored 1970 California 2+2 Coupe 280SL Mercedes convertible in British racing green. John’s car had the extremely rare ZF 5-speed transmission that was last offered by Mercedes in the 1970 model. With its classic inline six-cylinder engine and multi-port fuel injection using a mechanical pump system the car ran as smoothly as a Singer sewing machine. With the hardtop off on a bright sunny day John got more than his share of envious looks. All that was required to complete the car in terms of accessories was a stunningly attractive woman for the passenger’s seat. For his watches John alternated between a 1969 stainless steel Paul Newman Rolex Daytona and a 1970 Steve McQueen stainless steel Rolex Explorer II. No nouveau riche shiny gold watch (god forbid rose gold or diamonds) since John understood that understated elegance and genuine sportiness was more appealing than the fleeting sparkle of overpriced baubles with no genuine place in history. For more formal occasions John had his 1940 Cartier (a war years watch) with a black alligator strap, which Cartier had informed him there were only three of these watches in existence in the entire world. For his ties John was exclusively a Hermes man, classic width, classic patterns. For wine John tended towards classic Bordeaux vintages with 1982 Latour the 1983 Palmer being his personal favorites and the incredible 1970 Montrose following close behind. Sunglasses? Well the articulated Persol 714’s of course as homage to his icon of course. Most movie goers today John knew had no inkling of why George Clooney and Tom Cruise featured Persol sunglasses in almost every one of their movies. No appreciation for history, John sighed to himself. Most Americans don’t even bother to recall the Vietnam War. The result John knows was Iraq. In women however, it was a completely different matter and John was no classicist. John liked women who were more like a voluptuous young Australian Shiraz or an almost over-ripe chewy and lusty American cabernet like a 97 Hillside Select. Brassy, young, sexily teasing and flirtatious or overwhelming, smart and confident to the point of perfection, that’s how John liked his women. Well Ms. Delioz was certainly young, brassy and confident and she was smart as a whip. All this served to beguile John and he made his best efforts to ingratiate the young lass in his direction (which in male terms means in the direction towards their penis). John tried his best efforts on young Carmyn hoping his success in life; his obvious wealth, his sophisticated appreciation for all things material, his innate charm, his incredible intelligence and his razor wit would win the day and he would be able to soon bed her. John invited Carmyn to dinner and while he was in the washroom she would pay the bill. John would make plans and Carmyn would end up changing them. He tried flowers and Carmyn would make some joke like “flowers always die for me”. John tried perfume and Carmyn joked, “I’m highly allergic you know, but you’re sweet.” John couldn’t help sometimes gazing at Carmyn’s five-foot-six stunning body with curves in all the right places. Her thick and shiny dark hair, her honey caramel flawless skin, her rounded ripe breasts, her long eye lashes, her firm rounded ass profiled by any number of her tight dresses; John found it impossible not to stare. Carmyn seemed oblivious to his sexual interest and ignored his stares like they were unimportant. John had never experienced such indifference to his money, his sophistication, his car, his wit, his charm, or his cock from any woman. Usually the women either got very interested, or they got mad. Never had he experienced complete indifference and it was frustrating John to no end. Sometimes a man can make his best efforts but nothing is going to work. Perhaps she is already in love he thought? Yet she doesn’t mention any other men? John ponders and ponders but can come up with no concrete and convincing reason for Carmyn’s indifference to his efforts at sexual attraction. There was one thing that kept their relationship going and that was their mutual love of writing and John’s “never say güvenilir bahis die” attitude. No matter how many times Carmyn let his efforts fall by the side of the road, no matter how many times he was kicked to the curb, his mind would conjure up some new abracadabra scheme to win her heart and lure her into his bed. Well then things changed completely. One day meeting for coffee Carmyn introduced John to her best friend Angel. Well here was a tempestuous blond bombshell with a mercurial personality that can only be properly described as a drama queen. In a completely unexpected turn Carmyn clearly was directing John towards being interested in her friend Angel. How confusing was this? Well what’s even more confusing is that John started to really become attracted to this high maintenance triple crown worthy thoroughbred of a curvaceous blond. Angel had the most gorgeous wavy natural blond hair and beautiful porcelain like perfect pale skin paired with a whirlwind like personality full of typhoon like force. Standing five-six like Carmyn Angel looked stunning in heels and a mini skirt, a youthful sexy look that profiled her gorgeous tanned toned legs and her ass that had no comparison to John’s knowledge, tight, firm, rounded and ever so tempting. Angel also had a vivacious laugh and giggle that would turn anyone’s head and piercing blue eyes that she generally hid behind sexy sunglasses lest anyone misinterpret her intense gaze. When Angel smiled, which she tended to do rather too much, her white teeth would dazzle anyone within range and her delicately plump and arched rose-colored lips would look ever so sweet and kissable. Angel often liked to pull her luscious blond tresses back in a casual ponytail looking more than a little ironically like a real “girl next door.” Since it was summer Angel would wear cut-off jean shorts that made her ass look beyond perfect and just more than a little tempting. At times Angel would further enhance her beauty with elegant little diamond encrusted half-moon earrings that would draw John’s eye to her elegant neckline and her ever so sexy shoulders that were demanding to be kissed, nibbled on, lightly teased and caressed. Just being near this sexy and vivacious young woman was maddeningly arousing for John. Angel was currently an art history major and wanted to work for either Sotheby’s or Christie’s in their art auction divisions. John’s knowledge of fine art and the fact that he has visited the National Gallery and the Portrait Gallery in London, the Tate and the Louvre (among others) made John extremely interesting to Angel. When Angel finds out one of John’s friends has actually been painted by David Hockney well they soon are deep in conversation. John’s revelation that he owns a prime example of David Robert’s “Approach of the Simoon” sends Angel off to her art history texts to research David Roberts and the development of multi-color lithography. The fact is that Angel changes college majors like she changes boyfriends, usually once a month. Angel was like a moth that will flutter amongst glowing bulbs and be attracted by the strongest light she happens to be passing. When her wings flutter too long in one place and insufficient pollen is forthcoming she flutters onward looking for the next flickering flame that attracts her eye. Angel had a way of subjecting men to a purgatory of penis procrastination as she fluttered and flitted but would never alight. Today and perhaps tomorrow John would be her burning filament of Edison like energy, but who knew about next week? This month as far as Angel was concerned John was the “flavor of the month”. Angel at the clear recommendation of her good friend Carmyn had selected John to be subjected to her very own special version of acting the prick tease extraordinaire. Angel became a taunting, tantalizing, tempting and rather toying and playfully affectionate young woman who never really puts out. Angel would agree to go out on a date with John and then at the last minute invite Carmyn along because “she’ll be lonely if we leave her all alone”. They would go for coffee and Angel would talk about how difficult it was being so beautiful and how she loved “real” coffee and “real” friends and then she would segue off into a discussion of how Carmyn was her only “real” friend. Invariably Carmyn somehow would intrude on every encounter with Angel and John was working his brain overtime to come up with a strategy to get Angel on her own, get his lips onto her rosy lips and get his tongue in her mouth and his finger in her pussy. Well John now had his battle plan so to speak and this weekend was going to be D-Day. On Friday John was taking Angel for a romantic dinner and then to a club with a great local live band. John had worked out the entire scenario in his mind and the two of them would return to his house after the club where there was no doubt he would lure Angel into his bed. The premise for inviting Angel to his home would be to show Angel his David Roberts lithograph and his other contemporary oils. John had collected numerous significant works on his business trips to China such as two paintings by Guo Ruen, an artist who’s works hang in the National Gallery in Bejing. Carmyn would be going out with her attractive roommate Tammi to a movie so John knew there was no prospect of Carmyn interfering in his romantic plans on Friday. John’s cock had hardened several times as he thought about the various directions his lovemaking with Angel could and would take on this evening of carnal güvenilir bahis siteleri delights. John thought extensively of how he would tease and kiss Angel’s lips and how his tongue would slip into her mouth probing and dancing. John thought how he would nibble and suck on Angel’s cute ears, tease her slender neck, before his lips descend to attack her wondrous firm young round breasts, his lips and tongue alternately sucking and flicking and turning her nipples into burning little hard points of pleasure. John thought of how his hands would tease and touch Angel’s inner thighs before lightly and teasingly stroking over her panties and checking her level of wetness. John wondered what Angel would wear for their date? Would she be wearing sexy lingerie? Of course Angel would be wearing sexy lingerie he mulled and then his mind wandered into various images of white sets of bras, panties and garters, black sets and then moved on to contemplate perhaps Angel might deploy a half-corset? John’s cock was pulsing and pumping in his pants as the imagined Angel’s amazing body available for him to tease and pleasure and how it would shiver and shudder in response to his expert ministrations. Would Angel like him to tie her up? How kinky was she in bed he wondered? Did Angel like toys and vibrators he contemplated? Perhaps a little too forward for a first time in bed together John thought. He reminded himself to buy some more flavored gels and to put some towels in his master bedroom. Sitting in his office on Friday morning all of John’s pent up sexual frustration was getting ready to peak in only a few hours time. John can’t help but to keep contemplating the beautiful Angel and her tempting young voluptuous body that he lusts for so much and the delights of the coming evening. Just then John gets a text and checks his Blackberry. It’s from Carmyn asking to meet for lunch. John quickly checks with his secretary to make sure he has no meeting and then confirms meeting with Carmyn at a local Italian restaurant. Better he thinks to spend some time with Carmyn now so she has no excuse to suddenly intrude on his romantic plans for the evening. Quickly dictating a few key legal memos John looks around his desk and checks all the current files to make sure he hasn’t left anything hanging and unattended. John’s nerves are on edge for some reason, his anticipation of having Angel tonight is acute and he feels a sexual tension he hasn’t felt for ages. Looking at his Daytona stainless steel watch John knows he still has a few moments so to take his mind off the swirling turmoil he goes to Youtube and pulls up his favorite videos. A little Gaga and “The Edge of Glory” in the acoustic Howard Stern show version will do the trick he thinks and he clicks on the amazing song. Gaga’s performance transports John to another place where he thinks of his parents who have passed away and his young brother who died at a very young age. While most people who encounter him see only the “lawyer” persona, the “business John”, inside he is actually a very sensitive man who’s main interests in life have little to do with money or material things. Finishing the video, the last remnants of Gaga’s impassioned performance about her dying grandfather lingering in his mind, John heads out of the office to meet up with Carmyn for lunch. John arrives and Carmyn is already seated with an animated and clearly excited face greeting John’s arrival. John seats himself and Carmyn can hardly restrain her enthusiasm to begin her chat. John looks across the table and Carmyn presses him to quickly order. With the food ordering out of the way Carmyn launches into her excited delivery of what she clearly views as most important news. Carmyn starts off with some light banter about how John’s day is going and how’s work and chitchat like that. Carmyn talks about her attempts at writing her novel and how she has been stalled in developing her outline. John can sense that all this chitchat has no bearing on the true purpose of the lunch meeting, but bears with Carmyn patiently giving her time to come to her real objective. After a while John decides to probe to see if he can lead Carmyn to her purpose. “So, you’ve been so busy, I haven’t heard from you for a few days. What’s up Carmyn? What’s keeping you so busy darling, work or play? Carmyn blushes and averts her eyes before flirtatiously replying with a mischievous giggle. “Play, play, play…..” Carmyn pauses and in a lower softer voice continues… “Naughty play.” John perks up immediately. They have had playful and flirtatious conversations in the past, but never an explicit discussion about their sex lives, or, in John’s case, the lack thereof. John leans forward and puts his elbows on the table, his keen interest made clear. “Oh really Ms. Delioz. Now you really must continue. Tell me everything!” John retorts in a playful and teasing tone, coaxing Carmyn to tell him all the spicy details of her new relationship. John wants to hear all about Carmyn’s new man and the prospect of sex being described is even more tantalizing. After all John now has Angel so it is only fair that Carmyn find a man of her own. John considers it a bonus, in fact, that he can now vicariously enjoy Carmyn’s sex life through hearing all about it second hand in saucy chats like this one. Carmyn returns her eyes to John and continues. “Well you know I’m lesbian right.” To say John had his “light bulb” moment would be an understatement. A cascade of LED lights went off in his head, fireworks iddaa siteleri burst and John all of a sudden realized why all of his efforts to woo this beauty had been in vain. Jesus Christ he thought to himself, no wonder Carmyn was oblivious to my charms, she isn’t even into guys at all! John’s head is dizzy from this stunning news but he tries his best to mask the shock on his face. Actually this realization is a bit of a comfort to John. He had been having severe doubts about his masculinity as a result of his failed efforts with Carmyn, feeling a bit “over the hill” if you will and the news that she was a lesbian was more than a little reassuring to his ego which now proceeded to re-inflate. Carmyn for her part is so keen to get on with her story the effect of her disclosure of her sexual preferences on John makes no impact. Carmyn goes on to give John a little background on how she discovered her sexuality in summer camp, how she slowly opened up to sharing her love with other girls and how Angel had come to her rescue at school to become her best friend and defend her against the bullying by other students. Carmyn related how Angel had set the ground rules early in their relationship: she would be Carmyn’s best friend so long as Carmyn NEVER tried to have sex with her. Angel was adamant that she was STRAIGHT—straight as an arrow in fact—and that is how the relationship had progressed. Well this was all great news for John since now he understood his lack of progress with Carmyn and he had received the further confirmation that Angel was straight. That meant Angel was available and ready for his seduction this very evening and that news was ever so sweet music for his ears. John now prepared himself for what he thought would prove to be an even more tantalizing chat with his now “lesbian” friend Carmyn. Oh my god John thought to himself, he had never had a close lesbian friend and the prospects of having a window into the world of girl on girl sex was more than deliciously tempting. John’s face was alight with eager anticipation for Carmyn to get on with the “good parts” as John wanted more than anything to hear what girls would do to each other in the privacy of a sexy relationship. Even more was the mystery of the identity of Carmyn’s new girlfriend. Who might she be? Could it be one of the girls from their writing workshop? Was it her other very cute girlfriend Tammi? John’s mind was swimming with kinky sex images of girls doing various things to each other and teasingly erotic questions were provocatively dancing through his brain regarding what Carmyn might reveal in the coming minutes. Carmyn looked up at John with her big round eyes, smiling a huge grin, like the girl who has just won the prize. “Angel let me taste her cookies for the first time!” Carmyn proclaimed. John thinks he knows what she means, but isn’t certain and the sudden disclosure of Angel’s name in the most unlikely of contexts has thrown John into a bit of a tailspin. Lacking anything sensible to say he flirtatiously offers, “So you two were baking together?” Carmyn looks at John like he’s a dunce. “Are you trying to digress from my story?” John laughs nervously as Angel’s name has thrown him completely off kilter. “No, sorry. I was trying to be flirtatious and it was sort of a joke. A double entendre if you will. Too obscure?” Carmyn laughs. “Oh. No I guess I was so excited telling you about Angel and me so I missed your joke. Baking, cookies….” Carmyn chuckles as she appreciates John’s attempt at a joke and smiles before continuing with her story about Angel and her and how it all came to be. John is confused to say the least. Taste her cookies? Angel? Angel and Carmyn? Angel was going to be his girlfriend? What in the world was Carmyn talking about? John stutters and stammers lost for words and finally asks what the hell Carmyn is talking about. Carmyn proceeds to explain how while she has never tried to have sex with Angel, she has always had a crush on her for years. She then continues. “Well I’ve been being a slut lately and I think it got Angel to thinking. She saw me living out the song “If I Were a Boy” in real life and I think Angel got just a bit excited.” John not knowing at all what to say at this point feebly interjects with, “Oh, I love that Beyonce song.” Carmyn looks at John like he’s a dunce again. “Well look John if you’re going to act weird then I won’t tell you what transpired between Angel and I in her bathroom.” John grins and even though he is now starting to feel down hearted realizing his prospects of seducing Angel tonight were quickly fading into oblivion, he can’t help himself as the opportunity of hearing about how Carmyn and Angel ended up together is too tantalizing and erotic to ignore. John implores Carmyn to continue and does his best to mask from his face his intense disappointment at losing Angel. However, in an involuntary reaction common to all men confronted with an erotic situation, John’s cock starts to get hard and begins to fill the front of his pants as a light pink blush covers his cheeks. Carmyn looks at him quizzically. “John is this exciting you?” She asks teasingly. “It is exciting you!! You’re blushing. Oh my god, you are turned on by the thought of two girls together aren’t you?” Carmyn is grinning from ear to ear as she teases her friend without mercy. “Are you getting HARD?” Carmyn asks provocatively as John averts his eyes and his brain struggles to find an exit from this embarrassing situation. Nothing he can do he surmises except fess up. “Well, you know what happens to men.” John chuckles and Carmyn giggles in reply. “Are you always this direct Carmyn?” Carmyn continues giggling and playfully pretends to try to look around the table to see if she can see the bulge in John’s pants.

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