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Cara Mia 1/6
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Subject: SARTRE: CaraMia (1/6)
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
-CaraMia- is a long story. In fact, each chapter is longer than any
other complete story that I've posted thus far. In that vein, it may
be more convenient to download and print than to read while logged in.
Of course, this depends on the reader. For the most part, this story
is about a relationship as opposed to raw sex. There is exactly one
scene, but I will leave it up to the reader to find it. Therefore,
this is not the type of story that will continually keep the reader
aroused in a sexual sense. It is my hope, however, that the audience
will be inspired to examine their own feelings.
COPYRIGHT NOTICE:
-CaraMia- copyright © 1992 by Tamara A. Adrine-Davis
This story may not be reproduced in print, through electronic, or
other means except with the consent of the author. Normal archiving
for personal use is excluded.
Sartre
CHAPTER ONE
Cara was awakened by Mia's soft nuzzling on her ear and vague
memories of her skillful ministrations the night before. "Time to
rise and shine," Mia said softly adding a playful slap on Cara's ass.
"You've got a 2 o'clock appointment for the final fitting and we're
going to have to rush as it is."
Cara stretched and rubbed her eyes in an effort to move back into
that thing called the "real world" instead of the wonderfully carefree
land that comprised her dreams. "What time is it anyway?" she mumbled
as she looked at the clock on the bedstand, vision still slightly out
of focus. "Ugh! It's already noon. Can't I just sleep for a little
while longer? Say, maybe until about Christmas?"
"Caramel Denton Hardy, YOU, my love, are getting married tomorrow
and there's work to be done. Get your butt out of bed and hit the
shower...NOW!"
Not one to ignore Mia's best toppish voice, Cara crawled out of
the warm space that was the bed she'd shared with her lover for three
years now. She meandered over to the bathroom doorway and looked over
her shoulder to see Mia watching and smiling back at her. "Sure you
don't want to join me?" Cara asked in a most coquettish tone.
"No hon, I'm saving myself."
"Oh? For what, pray tell?" Cara inquired in genuine surprise
and a raised eyebrow.
"You'll see."
"Hmph!" Cara sniffed and sauntered into the bathroom.
Mia's seeming enthusiasm for the grand event was more facade than
the genuine article. Inside there was a pain so sharp that she was
afraid to let it out for fear that it would cut both she and Cara in
two. Cara was the love that she never thought she'd find. They'd
been together first as friends, then roommates and, finally, as
lovers. Now, in a scarce 24 hours, she would face the loss of someone
she didn't know how to live without. She couldn't remember a time
when Cara wasn't in her life. They'd met when they were both in law
school at Backus and working on a particularly dreadful assignment
together as 1L's. Mia was the radical feminist lesbian and Cara was
the bourgeois, spoiled brat daughter of a noted surgeon. All in all,
a very unlikely combination. As the years passed, they had absorbed a
bit of each other. Hell, more than a bit. They were a part of each
other that no one else could have, or so Mia thought. Cara was always
the one who turned heads of men and women alike when she walked into a
room. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she had a way about her
that suggested an intelligent sensuality emanating from deep within.
She had more men chasing her than almost any woman on a decidedly male
campus. Yet, Cara had chosen to be with her. In the beginning
neither of them really knew what was happening. Cara vehemently
proclaimed her heterosexuality. Nevertheless, they couldn't seem to
get enough of each other. Their classmates didn't talk to one without
mentioning the other. Where one went, the other would shortly follow.
They had a way of communicating that no one understood except them.
They could transmit complete thoughts with just a look. Oh yes, there
were the jokes about their names, but everyone took them in fun.
There were also the snickers and jibes behind their backs. Backus,
after all, was probably one of the most conservative law schools in
the Midwest. Still, they were inseparable. That is, until Harrison.
For some reason Harrison turned Cara's head when no other man
could. Mia had to admit that he was absolutely gorgeous with his mane
of thick red hair and ruddy complexion. Cara met him while she was
clerking for a federal judge after graduation and he was defense
counsel in a RICO case. He'd graduated from University of Virginia a
few years before and, at the age of 30, was a partner in a small
boutique law firm specializing in difficult criminal cases. She and
Cara had been lovers for about a year then and had lived together even
longer in a duplex they'd rented in their last year of school. After
Harrison's case was over he began to call on occasion. Mia didn't
worry because Cara often got calls from men she didn't know. She'd
even played and slept with a few. Nothing to get excited about. Just
randoms. The flowers began to arrive shortly there after.
Interesting, cute even, but nothing to be concerned about. Cara loved
her. She was sure of that. They'd settled into being the
quintessential MOTSS couple. They were even saving to buy a house of
their own one day soon. They'd talked about having a baby together if
they could find a suitable donor. And yes, they made love. Oh God,
how they made love! How many nights had they spent tearing at each
other with a passion unmatched by that of any man? How many times had
they soared off together reaching heights that neither had imagined
until they'd found each other? No, Mia didn't worry. At least,
that's what she told herself. She casually asked Cara who this
Harrison person was. Cara told her that he was just someone she'd met
at the courthouse who kept bugging her for a date. "Nothing to worry
about," Cara had said. So, Mia didn't. Then, Harrison showed up one
night unexpectedly on their front stoop complete with two tickets to a
basketball game. That's when Mia began to worry.
Cara stepped into the shower and let the streams of hot water
pound away at the aches she felt all over her body. She'd had a bit
too much to drink at the rehearsal dinner and a bit to much exercise
with Mia last night. "Christ, tomorrow," she thought as she leaned
against the side of the shower stall. A shiver ran up her spine from
some place deep within, catching her unaware. She thought back on the
previous night again and smiled to herself as she gathered lather on
her hands and began to soap her mound. She noticed how tender her
clit and lips were, no doubt from the clothespins that Mia had placed
there. "I'm going to miss this." She sighed sadly and shook her
head. She tried to remind herself that Mia would still be there and
that they'd still be together quite often. Yet, she knew in her heart
that it wouldn't be the same. She soaped her breasts and felt the
nipples rise under her hand. Smiling to herself once more, she
remembered that they'd been tortured for what seemed to be hours
before Mia would allow her the pleasure of an orgasm. "Yeah, that's
what I'll miss most--her touch," she said quietly to herself as she
probably unfairly compared Harrison and Mia. Sure, Harrison was good,
but it just wasn't the same. No man had ever touched her like Mia had
touched both her body and her life. For so long Mia had been
everything to her. She'd been her classmate, her best friend, her
lover. Mia had taught her about life. She'd taught her about
politics. She'd taught her what it meant to be a strong woman. Most
of all, Mia had given her a reason to love and to love her. She was
the first woman that Cara had ever been attracted to, much less loved.
Sure, she was surprised when she discovered that she could care for
another woman in that way, but that didn't mean that she loved her any
less. They'd made a home and a life together. Then, Harrison came
along and changed everything. When she first began to suspect that
she had strong feelings for him she was confused. She didn't want to
tell Mia because she knew that it would hurt her terribly. That's the
last thing that she wanted to do. Thinking back on it, she remembered
that there was a period when they seemed to be avoiding each other.
Did Mia know then? Maybe. Still, they were both afraid to talk about
it.
Cara began to wash her face and remembered the first time that
she and Mia really talked about Harrison. It was about six weeks
after he'd first taken her out. She and Mia had been getting into
little spats over nothing for a couple of weeks when Mia blew up at
her for something or another.
"...and I'm really sick of you sneaking in here at all hours of
the night like some frigging teenager!" Mia had yelled at her,
seemingly out of nowhere, causing her to become slack jawed and
speechless for a few seconds. "If you want to fuck him, then fuck him
goddamnit, but don't hide it and don't expect me to like it," she'd
snarled.
"Fine!" Cara had growled as she'd stormed out of the room, only
to return a few minutes later to see Mia in tears. It was at that
point she'd realized how disruptive the situation had become. It was
only then, once the brunt of the anger had been purged, that they'd
been able to talk. It wasn't easy, but Cara explained that Harrison
was a man who was really good for her. He was strong, kind, funny,
intelligent, caring and sensitive most of the time. So, he was a
little vanilla. That's ok, she couldn't have everything she tried to
laugh. The important thing was that he occupied a different place in
her being that Mia. She loved him, but not in the same way. Mia had
seemed pretty satisfied with that and didn't complain about him
anymore. If anything, she tried to warm up to him and get to know him
better. This, of course, pleased Cara greatly.
Just as she was beginning to rinse herself off and remove the
remnants of the previous night's endeavors, she remembered that awful
day she told Mia that she and Harrison had decided to marry almost one
year ago. The scene played back in her mind in slow, agonizing,
motion. All the tears. All the pain. All of the hurtful things they
had both said to each other. Finally, the acceptance had come. Cara
wondered now if her words of reasoning and reassurance were as much
for sake as they were for Mia's. She shuddered as the hot water stung
her skin, cleansing her of the dirt, and maybe, just a little guilt?
Mia looked up from making their bed as Cara returned naked to the
bedroom. "Feeling better now?" she asked with that familiar smile
and the lilt to her voice that Cara missed even though she hadn't
left--yet.
"Uh huh." She lied. She felt as though she were about to walk
into the pits of hell.
"Good...Well, I'll only be a few minutes. Start some coffee
after you cover your butt and I'll be down shortly. I love you." Mia
lightly brushed Cara's cheek with her lips as she passed on the way to
the bathroom.
Cara felt a knot forming in her stomach. This was definitely NOT
a good omen. "Tomorrow," she thought to herself as she held her head
in her hands. "Tomorrow."
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