Redemption

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 that 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. The only reason we never went beyond flirting was the fact she was married and trying to be faithful to her husband, whom I had met on a few occasions and took an instant dislike to, along with their three kids, whom I loved as if they were my own. I say trying because she told me about a few instances of cheating she had had, and many temptations, including me.
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 rape her. Her response was, “You can’t rape the willing, 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. The girls missed you too. If I told them I saw their Uncle DJ and didn’t bring you to see them I’d be playing Hell for a while,” She said sternly, but with a smile. How could I refuse that offer? I missed her girls too.
“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. Carrie handed me her keys and said, “I’ll be right back, the kids are across the street. Make yourself comfortable, honey.”
She turned to walk away. I pinched her tight ass. She squealed in surprise and said, “Behave yourself!!”
I laughed and said, “That would be so boring!” I went inside and sat on the couch. About thirty seconds later the door flew open and I was assaulted by three female munchkins. “Uncle DJ!! We missed you so much,” Danni, the youngest said as she jumped into my lap and hugged me fiercely. The last time I saw her, she was five years old and cute. Now, she was eleven and already a heartbreaker with blonde hair and blue eyes. Emily, who was fifteen and a beautiful young woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes as her youngest sister said as she hugged both Danni and I, “Mom missed you too, Uncle DJ. When you left, she cried for a week.”
“So did I, Em. I missed all of you,” I said after I swallowed the lump in my throat. Cassie, who was thirteen and a younger version of her mother said,
“Well, don’t do that again, Uncle DJ,” as she hugged me tightly.
“I won’t, baby girl. I promise,” as my tears fell. “I love you ladies.”
Cassie kissed my cheek and said, “We love you too, DJ. Don’t cry, okay? Otherwise, we’re all going to be crying right along with you.”
Carrie came through the door and said, “All right, kiddoes. Don’t smother Doug now. Supper will be ready soon; you need to get your chores done before then, all right?”
The kids grumbled about it, but headed upstairs to get ready for supper. Carrie turned to me and said, “You okay, Doug?”
“Sorry, I just lost it there for a minute. I’m all right, babe. Promise,” I said shakily.
Carrie kissed me and said, “Come on and help with supper, darling. Oh, and molest me a little bit, stud,” as she rubbed my dick through my jeans.
I got up from the couch and said, “How about I just molest you a lot, Care-Bear?”
Carrie smiled and said, “That sounds good too, Doug.”
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 kissed her tenderly and said, “I’m yours, Carrie. But not just for tonight, okay? I care about you too much to have a one-night stand with you. Wherever this relationship goes, is fine by me, 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.