Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Lee out of what was coming, Deeny nodded to her mother and began to rise from her chair.

“Come on, Lee. Let’s head on back up to Daddy’s room. Maybe he’s awake now.” Deeny said to Lee, breaking her younger sister out of her wandering thoughts.

Lee stood up and She and Deeny left the table to walk across the cafeteria and out into the hallway by the elevators. Vivian watched the girls go then swallowed hard and approached Caroline’s table.

Caroline watched her coming across the cafeteria. Vivian’s expression a mixture of worry and… maybe… shame? There was also a pleading look in her eyes, one belonging to someone who knows she did something bad and was regretful of it. Caroline’s own expression was stoic and calm. Her reddened eyes belied the fact that she had been crying and fretting over her husband Duke and had little rest and no sleep throughout the previous night.

“Caroline…” Vivian spoke in way of greeting, standing next to the empty chair that Deeny had exited moments ago, as if waiting for a signal it was okay to join Caroline.

“Vivian.” Caroline parroted, politely, still eyeing Vivian with a poker face, not wanting to make it any easier for the woman.

“I… I heard that Duke…was… hurt…” Vivian began uncertainly.

“Vivian, sit, please.” Caroline said finally, not warmly but not with hostility that Vivian had expected.

“Are you sure? I mean… I don’t want to intrude. I’ve… I’ve caused enough trouble for you…” Vivian said meekly her eyes suddenly ...

... finding her own hands interesting.

“Vivian… You and I both know that… what happened… was not entirely your fault. I’ve known my husband far too long to think that he was led astray. More the truth, he likely led you astray. Not that it makes you any less guilty of what you did, but are not to blame entirely. Sit.” Caroline said in a firm, controlled, voice, no hint of kindness or of anger for that matter.

Vivian sat down on the edge of the chair across the table from Caroline. She placed her hands palms down on the table top and she looked into Caroline’s eyes for a long moment or two.

“I know you may not believe it or want to hear it, but I am truly sorry for what happened… for what I did.” Vivian professed softly, earnestly, her eyes watering.

Caroline noticed that Vivian’s eyes were probably as red as her own, the woman had clearly been crying. Something the girls said earlier came back to her, Vivian’s daughter Trina had been in an accident last night. Part of Caroline’s heart felt a pang for the other woman. To have a child hurt would wound any mother. Despite not wanting to be friends with Vivian, she did identify with her to some degree.

Reaching across the table with both hands, she laid them on top of Vivian’s and looked directly into the other woman’s eyes, this time with sympathy of one mother to another.

“Is Trina going to be okay?” Caroline asked sincerely.

Vivian was taken aback momentarily by the change in subject and by the concern in ...