3 comments/ 16659 views/ 9 favorites The Mark By: mjm202036 This story is copyrighted 2007 by Jason Morris, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story contains sexual activities and situations that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. The story is not to be read in locations where such stories are illegal. If you are not of legal age, or live in the wrong place, please exit this site immediately. * Jack had a mission tonight. It was the same mission that he had just about every Friday night when he came to the club. That mission was much more attainable than the goals most of the other men in the club had set for themselves. Jack was going to get drunk. If he got lucky enough to actually meet a woman, then he not only could meet his own goal, but surpass it. It just made life that much more easier to handle that way. He had just finished his third beer and had gained the attractive bartender's attention when a red headed woman squeezed in beside him and the woman that was in the other seat next to him. Jack glanced over in her direction and saw her eyes glance toward him before speaking to the bartender. Jack had missed his opportunity to place his order as the woman walked away to make the red heads Screwdriver. When he decided to ask the red head if he could buy the drink for her, she had already turned sideways with her back to him. He could tell she was ignoring him and talking to the woman on the other barstool. He decided to just wait for the bartender to return and order his beer then. "So, according to her, you're not with her," a screaming voice said from Jack's left. He looked into the red head's dark green eyes, and had trouble finding his own voice that she had initiated contact with him. "I'm hoping that you're not with the guy on the other side of you, too. If you are gay, I assure you, you can do better by looks than him." Jack looked at the large over-weight man sitting on the other side of him and saw that the man had looked around him at the red head, knowing that he must have heard her yelling over the music. The scowl on his face gave Jack reason to turn back to her and lean over some so that she was blocked by his look. "No, I'm not here with anyone," he said. "You are now, handsome," said the red head, leaning in close and giving him a hard pressed kiss on his cheek. She leaned back and looked at the side of his face and smiled big at him. "There, now you're marked." Jack reached up to rub his cheek when she caught his hand and held it with hers. She brought his open palm to her lips and kissed it, her tongue just barely touching his skin. When she pulled away from it, Jack saw her lipstick was shaped perfectly on his palm and knew that was the mark she meant that was on his cheek. Still holding his hand and sure he had a good look at the make up on it, she pulled it around her waist and eased herself between his open legs. She slid it down the shiny blouse that she was wearing, Jack feeling the soft silk like feeling of it become the material of her leather skirt. He found himself looking down at the open cleavage showing from the wide opening of her blouse when her other hand touched his chin and lifted his head back up to look at her face. "My eyes are up here," she said. When he was staring into her eyes again she leaned closer so she could be heard over the loud base music playing in the background. "So, what should I call this new toy of mine?" "Jack," he yelled. "Shot or drink," came a voice from across the bar. Jack looked over at the bartender standing there, setting down the screwdriver the red head had ordered. "I meant Bud, please," he yelled back at the bartender. The bartender reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle and popped the top off of it and set the beer on the bar. "Twelve dollars," she called over the bar. As Jack tried to pull his hand off the red head's back, she held it there and reached her free hand across the bar, handing over her credit card. "Run a tab on that for me and Bud here." "My name's Jack," he yelled toward the red head. She looked at him with a confused look so he leaned in close to the side of her face so he could make himself heard over the music. When he was certain she would hear him, he yelled again his name again for her. He could smell her perfume and the scent of strawberries in her hair. The effect of being this close to her was very appealing toward his senses. So was her arm sliding up his arm, over his shoulder and putting her hand behind his head as her mouth brushed his earlobe. "I'm Carol," she said into his ear, not yelling it since she was close enough to nibble his earlobe, as she had begun to do. ------------------ Jack woke up the next morning with pain racking his head, the sounds of the city sounding like they were trying to pound the railroad spikes deeper and deeper into his brain. He rolled out of his bed, trying to make his way quickly to the bathroom before he lost his fight to keep this morning's full bladder full until he reached the toilet. He quickly sat on the toilet, deciding that being lazy right now would be a good thing, since standing caused his head to pound harder. As he sat there, staring at the blank wall in front of him, he wondered what had happened the night before. All he could remember at the moment was that he had gone to the bar to meet his weekly goal of getting drunk. From the feel of it, he had met that goal and surpassed it. Finishing up, Jack stood and flushed the toilet. He reached the sink, started the water and was reaching for the soap when he saw his reflection. The bright red lipstick on his cheek brought back memories of Carol in his aching mind, along with other areas of his body that wanted to remember her as well. Quickly washing his hands, Jack never let his eyes wander from his reflection and the lip print that stood out on his face. The more he looked at it, the more his head cleared and he remembered Carol's body pressing up against his at the bar. Drying his hands, he remembered that he and Carol had become very intimate in the bar, right there at the bar stool the whole time. He remembered her hands constantly touching him, either rubbing up and down his arms, along his spread thighs that she was standing between, or through the hair on the back of his head they were kissing. Several times her hands had wandered higher on his legs and caressed his growing bulge, and she encouraged his hands to do some roaming on their own quite often, as well. As Jack was eating his breakfast, he remembered he and Carol on the dance floor several times. Whether a fast or slow song, didn't matter, they were always pressed tight against each other, her hips grinding into his and vice versa. At times, when they returned to the bar and found just one stool open, he would give her the stool and stand between her open legs. Thinking of the times she would pull him close for a hard passionate kiss and her legs locking around his thighs, Jack became even more aroused. After doing the dishes, he went back to his room and looked at the empty bed and felt a great wave of disappointment at the sight of it. All that teasing, and not one bit of actual sex. After a long shower and taking care of the longing that he had been left with, Jack got dressed and went out for his Saturday grocery shopping trip. As the day wore on, Jack was becoming more and more antsy and came up with a plan that he was going to implement. For a first, Jack was going to take his Friday goal and try to reach it on a Saturday night as well, instead of just spending the night at home watching movies like he used to do. As soon as everything was put away, he laid out some clothes to wear to the bar again before heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up again. Looking into the mirror, he could swear that he still saw some of the lipstick on his cheek. Thinking that with some scrubbing instead of just a quick wash of his face like he did that morning, it would be gone, Jack decided against it. He could still feel Carol's lips on his cheek where the barely noticeable stain remained. In hopes, he would see her again, and as much as he fought it, his hopes were growing more and more as he made his way to the club. Once inside, he took his place at the bar again, and looked over the room at all the people that were there. Every red headed woman caught his eyes, but none of them were Carol. After about his fifth beer, Jack had stopped looking for Carol and began to drink water instead of beer. Figuring he had lost his chance to see Carol again, he decided he didn't want to get drunk after all. About half way through his forth bottle of water, the buzzing of his cell phone grabbed his attention. Pulling it up, he saw the last thing he had thought to check. He had just received a text message from a new contact that he didn't remember putting into his phone. "Look n da bac," said Carol's message. Quickly scanning the room, Jack saw the beautiful red hair of Carol sitting at a table, looking at him as she put her phone away. Jack smiled and left the bar, moving his way through the thick crowd. When he reached her table, she stood up and gave him a warm hug before taking her seat again. Jack noticed that she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose pull over t-shirt that was not tucked into her waist band. He could make out her smattering of freckles on her arms and how they just seemed to make her look more attractive in his eyes. He pulled the chair from the opposite side of the tiny table and sat down close to Carol, thinking about the gentle hug she had given him. It was very different from the heavy petting they had shared the night before; but he chalked it up to her wanting to slow down. He decided to go with the flow as he looked at her, admiring the soft glow of the blue lights in this area of the club on her. She looked softer and more beautiful in this light than she had at the bar the night before. "Why didn't you call me today?" she asked, not having to yell since the volume of the music wasn't so loud in this corner. She looked at him with a bit of sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling bad for disappointing her. "I was so drunk last night I had forgotten that I had programmed your number into my phone." She covered her mouth and her eyes lit up as she laughed behind her hand. Taking it away, she smiled at him and reached over to hold his hand that was resting on the table. "I should have remembered," she said. "I had to program it into your phone for you since you were so drunk you couldn't do it. I hope you're not drinking so much tonight." The touch of her hand on his sent shivers of longing through Jack, causing him to blush. Looking down, he didn't notice her eyes look over his face and come to rest on his cheek. "I see you like being mine, though," she said, reaching up with her other hand to cup his chin and rub her thumb over his cheek where he still felt her lips pressed the night before. Jack let her hand guide his face back up, his own hand reaching up to it and sliding it over to his lips. Kissing her palm, he let both their hands lower to the table where all four of their hands intermingled together. "I do like being yours, Carol," he said, still looking into her eyes. "And I hope you can forgive me for not calling you today." "Only if you don't mind if we get out of here and go some place a little less crowded and quiet." Jack took her hands and stood up, guiding her to stand with him. "I have just the place," he told her. Leading her through the crowd, they made their way into the evening air and he flagged down a taxi for them to share. As he climbed in after her, she quickly let him know what she was not going to allow. "Where to?" asked the driver. "Just as long as it's not your place, I'll be happy," she told him, leaning over and kissing his cheek where he knew the lipstick was still at. "To the park, please," he told the driver, holding her hand in his and looked over at Carol once again. "I can handle not taking you to my home, just as long as I get to know you better." She returned his look, and he could tell that she agreed with his choice. As the two climbed out of the taxi, Jack paid the man and turned to Carol as the taxi drove away. Holding out his hand for hers, she slipped her arm around his instead and leaned in close to him. They walked arm in arm, close to each other for nearly an hour, and Jack talked the whole time about his life to her. When he noticed his throat was a little sore from talking so much and he stopped walking and looked at Carol. "I'm sorry," he said, moving to stand in front of her. "I haven't given you a single moment to talk this whole time." Carol stepped close to him and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. Pulling him close she tenderly kissed his lips, letting their lips linger together for a moment before letting it become something more. "It's okay, Jack," she said, leaning her head against him, her arms moving around his waist to hug and hold him. "I've enjoyed listening to you talk about yourself tonight." He slid his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, once again enjoying the smell of the strawberry scent of her shampoo mixed with the sweet scent of her perfume. Standing there for sometime, Jack felt happy and wanted to know more about her. Carol was the first to loosen her grip and start to pull away from the embrace. When she did, she looked up at Jack with a bit of a sad look on her face. "I should be getting home," she told him. "I have plenty to do tomorrow and work will keep me busy this week. Will you call me sometime and let me know when we can meet again?" As he listened, Jack felt her sadness at their separating, but knew it would do no good to press the matter at the moment. He nodded and pulled out his phone. "I'll call Wednesday and we can make plans for next Friday night," he said. "Tell you what," she said, a strange smile crossing her features. "Next Friday, let's have simple dinner and a good horror movie." "I'd like that," he said. Both of them walked back to the road, as Jack called for a taxi to come pick them up. When the climbed in, Jack gave his address and had the taxi drop him off first. Upon reaching his destination, he began to reach for his wallet to pay when Carol stopped him. "I'll cover the fare, this time. Just be ready for next weekend, since I now know where you live, I'll be picking you up at 7 o'clock, okay?" "It's a deal," he said and leaned into her, kissing her lips tenderly. He felt just a touch of her tongue as it caressed his lips before she pulled away again. "Good night," she breathed out, letting Jack know that she wanted more too, but just not ready to go that far yet. "Night," he told her and climbed out, feeling another case of unfulfilled desire racing its course through him again. ------------------ Jack came home from work late Friday and only had 30 minutes to get ready for Carol's arrival. He was just beginning to tie on his shoes while his hair dripped from the rushed shower as he heard the knocking on his door. Running to the door, he peeked through the small hole and saw a dark green eyeball staring back at him. "You have the most beautiful brown eyes, Jack," Carol's voice said from the other side of the door. He smiled as he undid the lock and opened it wide to see the beauty queen standing there in all her splendor. Unlike the last time he saw her, but more like the first time they met, Carol was wearing a very form fitting pull over t-shirt, showing off her ample sized breast. Jack quickly noticed how well her chest stuck out in the shirt, and that, if his eyes were seeing correctly, she was definitely not wearing a bra and it was either cold or she was aroused. "Up here, Jack," she said, causing Jack to look her in the eyes again. He felt a blush cross his face at being caught once again for looking elsewhere. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking to the side. "Don't be," she said, her voice sounding sensual and breathy. "I like you looking at me instead of others; and I enjoy making you blush. You look good in red." He caught the feel of her hand on his head, pulling him toward her. Before he could turn to kiss the lips she was surely presenting to him, he felt them press to his cheek. "There. Now you're mine again." "Gladly," Jack said, turning his head to look at Carol and kissing her full of passionate on the lips. Their tongues tried to tie each other in knots for a long time before Jack pulled away, trying to pull Carol all the way into his home. "Oh no, hot stuff," she said breathlessly, pulling him toward the outside. "We have a date tonight. I expect burgers, fries and a good fright tonight." Jack broke loose from Carol's grip and reached over to the coffee table, picking up his pocket stuffings. Sliding his wallet into his back pocket he closed the door. While sliding his cash into his front pocket, he locked the door. Turning around, he saw Carol was already headed down toward a waiting taxi. He walked slowly, enjoying the view of her ass sway and her very strong looking legs sticking out of the mini-skirt she was wearing this night. When he reached the taxi, he was thinking about the sight he thought he saw as she had climbed into the back seat. He climbed in beside her as she told the driver to take them to the mall. Jack's look must have been one of confusion when she looked at him. "I told you, I want burgers, fries and a fright tonight. You can get me the first two in the food court and the third can be found at the theater in the mall." "Good point," he told her, sliding his arms around her shoulder to pull her close to him. Her hand reached over to his lap and gave his groin a squeeze before sliding back down his thigh to his knee. "Not yet, but I think I can fix that later," she whispered to him. Jack had a strange feeling about how forward Carol was acting considering the late night walk in the park the week before; but he was to caught up in his desire for her and the feel of her body so close to his to care at the moment. Holding her tight and feeling her fingers caress his leg the whole ride, he felt himself growing with desire. When they arrived at the mall, Jack readjusted himself while reaching into his pocket for money to pay the driver. Carol had opened her door and was sliding out of the back seat and Jack followed, just so he could get a better look at her legs and maybe see if he was right about the sight he thought he saw earlier. Unluckily, his angle was not right to make sure. Making their way through the mall, Jack and Carol kept very close to one another, arms around each others waist. He was polite and kept his hand on her opposite hip, but he enjoyed the feel of her hand inside his back pocket, occasionally giving his cheek a squeeze that sent shivers of desire around to his front. After eating a quick burger and fries at the food court, they headed over to the theatre and found their movie didn't start for at least another forty minutes. Jack bought the tickets and turned to Carol and saw her looking around. Her head stopped swiveling, her hair coming to hang to just her mid back in soft waves and Jack reached up and stroked his fingers through it while he looked to see where she was looking at. The large sign over the store wasn't really necessary for Jack to feel his lust rise to a higher level. The tight black corsets with long red stockings held up by stretchy garters and feather boas wrapped around the mannequin's on display just screamed Frederick's Of Hollywood. Carol looked over her shoulder, biting her lip in a teasing manner before snatching Jack's hand and pulling him behind her toward the store. The Mark Wandering the many outfits with Carol aroused Jack more than he wished to speak of. His ex-girlfriends had always avoided Frederick's and a couple wouldn't even give Victoria's Secrets a second glance. The few that did look at Victoria's only went inside them with Jack in tow to search for perfumes or something other than undergarments. Carol, on the other hand, kept pulling outfits out, holding them close to her body to check their size, and would then look at Jack to see what his facial expression was. On more than one occasion, she pulled out an outfit of one kind or another and would insist on him feeling it. The first time, Jack refused to touch the sexy silky underwear Carol held. She in turn, reached up to his face and rubbed the material across his cheek. "Now don't tell me you don't think about feeling such sexy underwear rubbing across your face in a moment of passion," she whispered as she leaned in close and gave him a passionate kiss. "Oh, you really do look good in read, Jack," she said in response to his quickly blushing face. Carol kept pulling new material out and held it up for him to touch and fondle on occasion, except for one material in particular. She picked up a shiny black almost shoulder length glove and looked at Jack cautiously. "Hold still," she said as she held his arm up. She rubbed a finger tip of the glove on a small part of his forearm and took it away quickly. Jack felt the soft material rub against his skin and wondered what it would feeling like if her hand was inside it, rubbing his whole body down. The soft feel of it was very sensual. Carol set the glove down without a second glace and pulled out another bright green satin corset and wrapped it around her stomach and held it there for Jack to see. "It really brings out your eyes and shows off your hair," he said. He stood still, trying not to imagine her in just that corset, but failing happily at the day dream. "It's not the only thing that it's bringing out," she said, putting it back on the rack she found it. Walking over to Jack with a sexy sway of her hips, she reached for his hand and pulled his arm to her. Instead of sliding it around her, she looked at it and smiled. "Good, you're not allergic to latex," she said aloud. Looking at his arm more closely, she noticed his watch. "Oh shit," she exclaimed. "We've got to go. The movie starts in two minutes." Jack rushed out of the store behind her, purposely letting her take the lead so he could watch her rear end as she ran. They reached the ticket taker out of breath and Jack took the ripped stubs and lead Carol in the direction of the teenager had pointed them for their movie. When they entered the dark cavern, they stood at the end of the aisle to let their eyes adjust to the low light of the previews that were showing. Carol led him to the back row of the stadium seating, and pulled him to the middle seats. Jack had noticed that the crowd wasn't that large, and expected as much since the movie had been out for more than two weeks now. "Want me to go get some popcorn or a drink," he asked Carol, trying to see her in the flashing colors of the lights reflecting off the silver screen. She turned to him and he saw a hungry look on her face. She reached over and pulled his lips to hers again and they kissed deeply for more than one trailer. His hands started at her waist, but he slid along her slim frame and massaged her breasts through the thin t-shirt. Carol moaned into his mouth when his finger tips rubbed against her nipples while her hands slid along his chest and neck. Her finger nails scratched lightly against his collar and tickled the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Her hand even found their way to his groin and massaged the hard erection that he sported inside his pants. Both of them tried to move closer to each other when they hit the arm rest between them. With frustration, Carol whispered "damn" before pulling completely apart from Jack. "I think you might have time to go get some before the movie starts," Carol said, frustration in her voice, as she sat back in her seat. Jack knew how she felt and stood up from his seat. As he moved in front of Carol, he leaned forward and kissed her deeply again, and she kissed back with hunger. One of her hands gripped the front of his shirt at the collar to hold him where he was as her other hand reached forward and grabbed his groin gently. Jack put his hands on the back of her seat on each side of her, but when he hand his balance, he pulled them to her front and rubbed her nipples again before going to the seat between her slightly spread legs. Sliding one hand up her soft smooth thigh, he found that he had seen what he thought he saw earlier. The moist labia, free of any covering, accepted his fingers caress, almost kissing the tip of it as her hip rocked toward it. His finger tip rubbed across the tip of her clit just slightly before coming back down her thigh and he forced himself to pull away from her. "I had better go or we'll both end up missing the movie," he told her, almost out of breath. "This isn't over, Jack," she bemoaned, still massaging the bulge in his groin. "We will finish this." She then let go and her pouting look almost caused Jack to lean back down to kiss her again; but the concession stand was calling. When Jack had gotten back, the movie had already started, and police were putting yellow tape around the murder scene as he reached his seat. To his sad surprise, Carol was not at her seat and he quickly worried that she may have left in anger at the frustration they had earlier. To his delight, though, he saw the red hair of his date come walking up the stairs toward their seat a moment later, putting her cell phone away. "Sorry," she said as she took her seat next to him. "I had to take care of a phone call real quick. "It's okay," Jack told her. "I just got back myself." Jack handed Carol the medium sized bag of popcorn as he sat the large cup in the holder at the end of the cursed arm rest that was between them. He noticed that it seemed to sink down some as the drink fit into the holder and a thought crossed his mind. Carol took the drink out of the holder and brought the straw up to her lips, and Jack watched them wrap around the straw and her cheeks sink in as she sucked the soda up through it. A wish to be that straw crossed flashed through his dirty mind. When Carol lowered the cup back toward the holder, Jack put his hand over it. She looked at him with a look of frustration as Jack smiled, hoping that he was right in his guess. The quizzical look on Carol's face made him chuckle a second and then the looked down at the arm rest he was gripping the end of. When he thought Carol was looking too, he pulled with his hand and the arm rest came up with it. The armrest raised all the way to where it nestled between the backs of their cushioned seats and Jack looked at Carol again. He saw for a split second that she had already sat the drink in the cup holder on her other side, with the popcorn in the seat itself. After that, Carol was nearly a blur as she seemed to attack Jack with a hungry kiss, her arms pulling him into her as she pressed against him. Jack returned the hungry kiss, one hand sliding around her hip while the other went back to her sensitive nipples. Carol's lips left his and kissed along the his jaw line to Jack's neck. She nibbled and sucked on it, teasing his flesh as Jack's kisses returned the favor on her neck. Jack's head was in a sea of red hair that smelled of strawberries and the sweetest perfume. He pulled back from his kiss and went back to Carol's lips and thought he saw more red hair in the distance, but he was instantly distracted when he felt Carol's fingers at his groin again. He kissed her passionately again, his hunger to taste her growing stronger as he felt her hand working on the zipper of his pants. Knowing that Carol wouldn't be stopped this time, he slid his own hand up her strong thigh again, finding her arousal just as it was earlier. Not pressing his luck, Jack just let his fingers tease her outer lips gently as Carol's fingers found their way into his now open zipper. Her entire hand slid into his pants and through the front opening of his boxers, wrapping around his hard erection. Feeling the slippery feel of her fingers on his shaft, Jack fought back the moan he almost let loose. From the salty taste of her lips and flavor of popcorn in mouth, he guessed her fingers were slipper from the butter when she grabbed a handful of popcorn. As she began to stroke him, Jack slid first one finger, then two into her opening, holding them deep inside her. He felt her hips trying to rock against his hand as the ball of the palm of his hand rubbed against her clitoris. He heard her breath turn quickly to panting and knew she was fighting back a moan of her own. Her hand was working faster up and down his erection, squeezing tightly and turning just a little bit with each up stroke. Jack felt her other hand behind his back, her fingernails digging into it, scratching him through his shirt as she pulled from his kiss and tightly closed her mouth. He felt her body tense in the arm that he was trying to hold her still and close to him with, as her pussy gripped around the base of his fingers. He felt the moisture inside her body grow significantly and helped to prolong the pleasure of her orgasm by flicking his trapped finger tips all around inside the moist walls. He pressed the ball of his palm into her clit harder and moved his hand up and down rapidly to keep the pressure and motion on her most sensitive little piece of flesh. When Carol's body finally began to relax in his arm, Jack just held her close, his head on her shoulder and kissing on her neck gently. She rested her head on his shoulder and returned the kisses, every now and then using her teeth to scrape and nibble on his skin. Her hot breath sent shivers down his spine, straight to his hard erection, which Carol still held in her hand. It jumped in her hand and she sighed as she caressed the back of Jack's neck with her hand. "I owe you one, lover," she whispered into his ear. With a giggle, she muttered more. "Actually, I owe you at least three. I've never had a man give me multiples with just his fingers." Jack raised up his head and looked into Carol's eyes. He once again saw another red hair in the audience, and could have sworn she had turned her head from looking at them; but he didn't care at that moment, if they were kicked out. He leaned in and kissed Carol again on the lips. He still felt her passion there, but not as hungry for more as she had been earlier. "I'll be glad to take that payment at a later date," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers. "But it may be best if we sat quietly for a bit or we may draw our own audience with a judge." Carol giggled at the statement, and then gave a pouting look to Jack. She gave his slowly softening cock a couple more strokes, letting her fingers linger on the sensitive head and rub his pre-cum around it before slowly pulling her hand back out again. As she did, Jack slid his fingers out of Carol's labia, her body shuddering a little as he inched them out slowly. He purposely wiggled the tips around as he moved them, noticing her mouth open with a wave of longing again. He leaned forward and kissed her open lips, letting his tongue slide across hers as his hand come all the way out from under her skirt. He broke the kiss and thought for the briefest moment about the musky odor that was soaked onto his fingers. He brought them up to his lips and gave them a quick lick as he looked at Carol. He was that she was doing the same with her fingers, licking them clean of his pre-cum. He stopped what he was doing, watching her tongue caress her fingers sensually and felt his dick begin to harden once again inside his open boxers and pants. When she was finished with her fingers, she leaned close to Jack and the fingers he still held up in front of his face. "Are you going to finish that?" she asked. Before he could answer, Carol opened her mouth and licked up the side of his fingers, wrapping her tongue a little way around them before she reached the top. When she did, she opened her mouth and went down on them. Jack nearly moaned out loud as the feel of her tongue flicking all over his fingers and the suction of her hot mouth. He felt her hand once again messing around with his groin, but his mind was focused on what her mouth was doing to his fingers. The feeling was exquisite and he knew his cock screamed to be caught between her lips in their place. When Carol slid her mouth off his fingers she looked at Jack with strong lust and sexual hunger in her eyes. Instead of attacking him again, though, she moved back to her seat and reached for the hidden arm rest. As she lowered it into place and sat the drink back in the cup holder between them, Jack felt dumbfounded at what had just happened. He turned to look at the screen, which was now flashing a scene between two college co-eds enjoying their part in the usual horror movie gratuitous sex scene. Just as a very long blade came crashing though the back of the young woman riding the young man, angled just right to pierce both of them, Carol's hand gripped my erection once again as her lips breathed into my ear. "I promise you, Jack, when we finally go to bed together, you will not forget a moment of it, even if you are as drunk as you were last weekend." Carol's tongue licked Jack's earlobe into her lips, which sucked it deeper into them, eliciting a soft moan from him and a slight yelp when her teeth nipped at the edge of it. The rest of the movie was spent with both of them constantly touching each other in some sexual way or another. The arm rest quickly disappeared between them again, when Jack put his arm around Carol's shoulders. His hand came to rest over atop her breast, constantly caressing, rubbing, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. All the while, Carol's own hand massaged the erection that was trapped in Jack's pants. Just before the movie was over, Jack noted the other red head in the audience get up and start to move toward the exit. When he looked at Carol, she was already looking at him with a smile on her lips. "You know, since last weekend, I've noticed something I never noticed before," he told her. "What's that?" she asked huskily, beginning to kiss his chin and down to his neck. "I never noticed red headed women until I met you, but now I'd swear I'm seeing them everywhere." "That's because red heads are everywhere, lover," she said into the nape of front of his neck. He heard her breath in deep, smelling his cologne, no doubt. Sitting there, letting her lick and kiss his open neck, Jack noticed his eyes were slowly feeling pain of bright lights on it. "Damn, just when I was getting ready to go so much lower," Carol said as she pulled away. They both exited the theater and noticed that it was very late. All of the stores in the mall were now gated and security guards were walking around making sure people didn't decide to linger to long in the closed building. When the reached outside, Jack and Carol climbed into one of the taxis that were waiting and spent the ride to Jack's place groping and kissing deeply. As they pulled up to his place, Carol whimpered but released her hold on Jack. "I want to see you tomorrow, Jack," she said, as he climbed out of the cab. "I want to see you too," he said, closing the door and speaking to her through the open window. "But I want to do something much more different. Think you can handle that?" "For you, I'll try anything." "I'll be here to pick you up at five p.m. Be dressed in your nicest clothes, for a night on the town. I have tickets to the Phantom of the Opera tomorrow night, and I want you to be my date." "I love that idea." "Good, and you will have to be on your best behavior, tomorrow. We're going to a nice restaurant first and then to the play." "I assure you, my dear," Jack said, giving a bow at the waist, "that I can be a perfect gentleman for a lady of such beauty." Carol laughed at him and reached lady like with her hand hanging limply. Jack grabbed it and placed a very gentle kiss on the knuckle. When he finished the kiss, Carol's grip on his hand tightened and pulled him closer. Their lips met hungrily before she slid her head back inside the taxi. "I'll call you tomorrow about noon, to make sure you remember," she called out to him as the taxi pulled away. Jack watched as Carol pulled out her cell phone and waved goodnight to her. After closing his door, he felt exhausted after this third night of frustration from such a beautiful woman. He thought about the strong sexual attraction he had with her their first night and this night and the soft sensuality of their second meeting. Thinking she was just easing him and leading him on as a play toy, Jack began to think that maybe he should just call her tomorrow morning and break their date for the dinner and the play. Looking around his small modest home, he brought his hand to his face to think and caught a whiff of Carol's musk. All thought of breaking the date washed away at the thought of her finally paying him back for what he did to her. ------------------ Jack held his phone tightly and sat on his couch, ignoring the end of the made for television movie. He knew it was coming up on noon and that Carol should be calling soon. He had never sat by the phone before for any woman, even when he was a teenager; but there was something about here that just seemed to demand his attention. As the movie ended, he felt the urge to use the restroom. He was torn between need and want suddenly. His bladder was full and needed to be emptied, but the last thing he wanted was to miss Carol's call, or worse, have the sound of him pissing in the background while he's talking to her. The pounding rain on his windows wasn't helping him in the fight to hold off going to the batch room. At about five minutes after twelve, Jack could hold it no longer. He took the phone with him and sat it on the counter while he stood and did his business. The whole time, he tore his eyes from his aim to look at the phone, hoping it would ring, yet hoping that it would ring at just that particular moment. Finishing his business and washing his hands, he hurried out of the bathroom to make sure that if the phone rang, Carol wouldn't hear the toile flushing. As it would happen, the phone stubbornly refused to ring. Jack sat down in front of the TV again and watched the news. When they started showing the forecast, he was pleased to see that the rain outside should be gone before four p.m. and his date with Carol should me nice and dry. Looking at his cell phone, he saw the time on it was quarter past noon and he began to think that he was being stood up. In a feeling of guilt and anger, Jack stood up and began to walk back to his room to put his best suit away; after laying it out earlier that morning. Just as he reached his bedroom, he heard hard plastic rattling on compressed particle board in the living room. The noise was quickly followed by the sounds of his cell phone's ring tone. Nearly twisting his ankle, Jack turned and ran into the living room as the ring tone began its second course. "Hello? Carol?" he asked, his breath coming in short gasps. "Jack, are you okay?" came the sweet voice on the other end. "What were you doing?" "I was in the other room when the phone rang." "Oh, okay. I just wanted to make sure you were still up to going for a fancy night with me," "I will be ever so happy to spend the evening with you, hon," he said, his breath finally back to normal. "Are you still going to meet me here at five or should I come to pick you up?" The Mark "I'll be at the end of your drive way around five," she spoke. Jack could swear he heard a smile in her voice as she talked. He thought he heard someone speaking in the background and waited when the other end of the phone sound complete muffled. "Is everything okay, Carol?" "I'm sorry," she said. "My sister is talking to me and bugging me about this guy she's been dating. It's a long story, but I'll be glad to tell you about it over dinner." "Okay. Sounds great. Dinner with a little bit of conversation that lets me in on your secret life and then a little bit of opera to top off the night." There were more sounds in the background and the sound of someone covering the mouth piece on the other end. "What was that?" Jack asked. "That was my sister again, being rude. I will see you at five, Jack; and please, be dressed for a very fancy evening. But don't wear a tux. It's not that type of a night, I assure you." "Okay, no penguin suit for me tonight," he joked. He heard Carol's soft giggle on the other end and could have sworn he heard the sister in the back ground actually let out a laugh. "Did I miss a joke?" "No, just my sister again, being silly. I need to get ready so I'll let you go for now and I'll see you at five, dear." As Jack heard Carol hang up, he felt once again that there seemed to be a shift in Carol's attitude. It was almost like a switch was turned and she had gone from being a firecracker to a librarian. He closed his flip phone and went back to his bedroom to make sure he had everything as he thought on the subject. Instead, as he looked over the suit, he saw his clothes from the night before in the top of the hamper and thought of the events in the dark theatre the night before. Jack fiddled around the house over the course of the afternoon, eating a large lunch so he could eat a small dinner and not have to afford to pay too much for his meal at whatever restaurant that Carol was going to take him too. After cleaning up the dishes and kitchen, he noticed that it was a little before four o'clock and time for him to get ready to look his very best. After taking almost a full hour, jack felt confident that he could not get himself made up any better than he already was. After triple checking that everything was in its place in his home and on his purpose, Jack opened his front door and stood staring outside. The door was open to the vehicle and he could see Carol sitting inside wearing a long black evening gown. The sight of her beauty, however, was not what shocked Jack. It was the fact that she was sitting in the back seat of a stretch limousine and the driver was holding the back door open for him. Quickly turning around and locking his door, Jack walked slowly to the waiting opening, keeping himself reserved until he climbed into the back seat. He began to reach for the door when he saw the driver tip his hat at him with a smile and close the door. Jack looked out the darkly tinted window at his home and wondered what his neighbors must be thinking, if any of them were looking out at the moment. As the limo began to slowly pull away, Jack looked over at Carol and found her turned in her seat to face him. He turned and faced her as well, suddenly enjoying the quite solitude of the smooth and darkened interior of the limo. He reached up and caressed her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. Carol leaned in as well and let their lips touch gently together. Jack felt his desire to rise again, but he contained himself and remained the gentleman he had promised her he would be. Pulling back, he continued to look her directly in her eyes, occasionally letting his eyes drift to her hair falling behind her in their gorgeous curls and waves. As she looked at him in turn, he smiled. "You look absolutely gorgeous, tonight," he told her. "I can't think of anyone I've ever seen as beautiful as you do this evening." Carol's face blushed red, causing the light smattering of freckles on her fact to stand out. She turned her head as her face beamed with big smile. "I know you're just saying that, but thank you, Jack. I'm hideous with all these freckles and pale complexion," she said, still hiding her face. "I'm not saying that, Carol," Jack stated, reaching over and taking her hand in his. "I meant exactly what I said. You're a very beautiful woman as you are, but tonight, you did what I didn't think could be done. You made yourself even more beautiful than I have seen you so far." Carol raised her head and looked into Jack's eyes, as if to see if he was truly speaking the truth. Her face quickly beamed with happiness; and without a single word, she reached over to him and pulled Jack into a tight embrace, holding him close to her as her head rested on his shoulder. She held him like that for some time, Jack returning the embrace, his hands caressing her back and playing through her long red hair. "I really love your hair, too," he whispered. "I love its color, the soft feel of it between my fingers as I touch, like I'm doing now." Jack inhaled a deep breath through his nose. "I love the smell of the strawberry shampoo you use and how it mixes perfectly with your perfume." He felt Carol's arms tighten around him in a silent acknowledgement of his words and Jack returned the strong embrace. The two of them sat like that for a few moments more before breaking apart. Carol took his hand in hers and held it gently while they rode down the city streets. Jack took a look out the window and noticed that they were definitely in the upscale side of the town, where only the rich would be able to dine. He thought about the amount of money he was carrying and congratulated himself on taking out more money earlier that morning. This date was going to cost him a fortune. Looking back at Carol and her smiling face, he thought to himself that it would be well worth it. The limo pulled up at non-descriptive building that Jack would have normally walked right by. The driver quickly climbed out and opened the door for Jack and Carol. Jack climbed out first and offered his hand to help Carol out of the vehicle. He let her lead the way to a set of double doors that looked like they would be locked tight at this time of day, but was surprised when they were opened from the inside before they reached them by two men in fancy suits. Walking inside, the doors were closed behind them and a tall lanky gentleman greeted them with a bow. "Good evening, sir, and lady. If you will follow me, I will show you to your table." Doing his best, Jack looked like he belonged in a place like this, resisting the urge to turn his head every which way to look at everything that was so new to him. They were both seated at a small table where another man came up to their table just as the first man picked up the card that read "Reserved" in the fanciest script. The new man introduced himself as John and he would take care of them during their visit. As the dinner progressed, Jack came to feel they had more than just John to take care of them that evening. One lady stood near their table and continued to walk up with a bottle of wine to refill their glasses. With each plate they finished, two more people, the same two every time, quickly picked up the plates. Jack was astonished that they were able to take away so many plates on occasion without making any sounds your normally heard when the staff would clean up dirty dishes. The whole time, Carol would occasionally talk about her sister. "Remember my sister when I called you earlier today," Carol started. "She can be impossible sometimes." Jack listened half-heartedly as he watched Carol. He felt that she definitely belonged in this setting in those clothes. He began to feel like he was far out of his league with her. "She is so outgoing sometimes, but you'd never know it when it comes to guys, though," Carol continued. "She's had maybe four steady boyfriends over the past ten years, and each of them left her for another woman. It's a shame, really." Jack continued to eat, doing his best not to scrape the fancy China with his actual silver silverware. He began to listen and pay more attention to Carol, knowing that if he wanted any chance to prove he was worthy to be with her, he could at least start by listening to what she was talking about. "Right now, she's got it bad for this guy she met recently at a club and she's just constantly talking about him. I'm really hoping, though, that he doesn't turn out like the others. She deserves to be happy." "I'm sure she does," Jack said smiling. "And I hope that this man she's met does turn out to be mister right for her." Carol looked at him for a moment, holding her fork and knife above the food she was about to cut into. She looked hard into Jack's eyes again, just as she did in the limo earlier before her face became very soft and her smile brightened. "I actually do believe you do want my sister to be happy, Jack," she said, putting her utensils down. She reached across the table and squeezed his hand for just a second before pulling it away. They finished their last course and were nibbling on the delicate desert that was brought to their table. When they finished it, they both sat there for just a moment longer as the table was cleared. When Carol stood, Jack quickly stood with her but prepared to sit back down as he thought she was headed to the ladies room. When he took his seat, she looked down at him and let out a soft laugh. "We need to leave, dear, if we're going to make the curtain call," she told him. "What about the check?" he asked, standing worriedly about sneaking out on such an establishment without paying for the meal. "It's paid for in advance, honey," she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek again. "There we go. You're marked again, if at least slightly noticeable." Jack didn't even consider touching his cheek where her lips had touched him. He just returned her smile and offered her his arm. When she took it, he leaned close and whispered into her ear, "As long as it's your mark I'm wearing, I don't care if it's bright enough to outshine the sun. I'd gladly wear it." They walked out the double doors they had entered and found the same limo and driver waiting for them. Once inside, they sat close together, holding hands and not talking as the driver took them to their next destination. Jack kept thinking of the night before when he and Carol had been sitting in a dark theater at the movies and what they had done there. As his thoughts grew with those dirty thoughts, so did his dick. Unbidden thoughts of Carol and himself getting that hot and heavy at the theatre they were fast approaching during the play did nothing to keep his erection from getting harder. When the driver opened the door, Jack hurriedly climbed out and gave himself a quick once over to make sure that his loose slacks showed nothing of his arousal. Certain he was okay, he turned and helped Carol out and escorted her into the building. She handed their tickets to the staff and taker looked at them for just a moment and waved over another staff member. "Eighth row, center," he told the young staff member that had come over. The young man nodded and asked them to follow him. When they entered auditorium, Jack fought to control his necks desire to break itself looking around. The place looked magnificent every where his eyes were able to see. When the reached their seats, Jack noticed that there was no way they would be able to have a night of passion in this theatre, being as closely surrounded by everyone. While seated, the theatre quickly filled with others and within minutes, the auditorium was filled with soft murmuring from all around. Jack took the opportunity to look around and admire the expanse of the theatre. Instruments could be heard playing single notes as the orchestra began to warm them up; and soon, the lights began to dim as the curtain rose. Through out the entire play, Jack found himself spell bound with the magic they were presenting on the stage. Every now and then, he looked over at Carol and found she was just staring in awe almost every time. There was one time, when Raul and Christine were professing their love for each other on top of the opera house, when Jack turned to admire Carol and he found her already looking at him, her eyes a little moist from holding back some tears. As the play ended, Jack rose just as quickly as the rest of the audience, applauding the actors as the came forward and bowed toward the crowd. When the curtain finally fell for the last time, Carol sat back down and pulled Jack to sit beside her as everyone around them stood and waited to get in line to leave. "I want to ask you, Jack, if you would come home with me tonight," she spoke softly. "You don't have to, if you don't wish. I know I asked you to be a gentleman tonight, and you can still be, if you come back to my place for a night cap." Jack looked at Carol and took her hand in his. He brought it to his lips, as he had done for her the night before at the taxi. He closed his eyes as he kissed her knuckle gently and opened them to look into her eyes again. Placing his other hand over hers that he was holding he said, "I would love to come to your place for a night cap, Carol." She smiled at his acceptance and gave him a quick tight hug. He returned her embrace and he enjoyed holding her near to him again. When they pulled away, they shared a kiss, allowing it to become passionate for just a brief moment. Jack looked at Carol and saw her face was flushed with the kiss and he could see that she was wanting more, but she seemed so much more shy this night than she had been the night before. Jack looked around and saw most the crowd had thinned out and stood, helping Carol to stand with him. They made their way toward the front and out to the limo, waiting for them as if it had not moved since they went inside. Jack heard Carol tell the driver to take her home before she climbed in. Jack moved into the seat beside her, and Carol took his arm and moved it around her shoulders. He was about to lower his hand to her breast and play with it when he felt her snuggle up close to his side. Instead, he wrapped his hand around her shoulder and just pulled her closer into his side. The ride was short from the theatre to a very tall building, still in the upscale neighborhoods. Jack climbed out and once again helped Carol. She thanked the driver and walked toward the double doors of the building. A man stepped out of the shadows at the doors and Jack quickly stepped in front of Carol to protect her. He felt more foolish than ever before when he saw the man was wearing a doorman's uniform as he opened one of the doors. After they entered the building, Jack let her lead the way to an elevator, where Carol swiped a card and punched a code into the key pad beside it. The elevator doors opened and she slid the same card into a slot of the elevator and pressed the button marked with a capital P at the bottom of the row of buttons. Jack was about to ask why there were going down to the parking garage when he felt the elevator move up. Shortly after beginning its rise, it slowed and stopped. The doors opened into a very short hallway with two doors on opposite ends. Jack followed Carol to the left and entered the large penthouse suite that she opened without a key or using the card she had removed from the slot in the elevator. As soon as they entered, Jack let out a deep exhalation. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "You live here? By yourself?" "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Carol said, walking into the living room that could fit all of Jacks home into it. "I'm very rich, thanks to the passing of my parents a few years ago." Jack stopped staring around the room and looked at Carol's unhappy appearance. He quickly walked over to her and pulled her onto the couch that they were standing near. "Don't be upset, Carol," he whispered. "I'm not upset about it, nor do I care about it. If you had taken me to an apartment in the slums of the city and told me it was your place, I may have been a little worried you would be kicked out after tonight's cost. But, I would have offered you my place, if you did." When she looked up at Jack, he could see that she had been crying. "Jack, I just didn't want you to like me for my money. Now I'm worried that, since I didn't tell you in advance, you'll be upset with me for not being up front and honest." Jack pulled her close to him and felt her body shake with her sobs. Carol's arms came around his sides as she clutched him in a deep needing embrace. He just held her close, and let her cry her tears, the whole time wondering just how he could be so lucky to have such a beautiful woman in his arms. As her sobs come fewer and far between, Jack felt her arms loosen around him. His own tight grip loosened, but he didn't let go until he felt her arms slide down his back and around his sides to his front. When they sat looking at each other, he saw that around her red puffy eyes, mascara had run a little. She looked into Jack's eyes and wiped at her eyes. When she looked at her fingers, she saw the mascara on them and looked at Jack's overcoat and let out a gasp. "I'm so sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to ruin your jacket," she exclaimed. He looked down and saw that there was a large stain in the fabric where her make-up and tears had mixed and blended into the material. He looked back at her and saw her near tears again. He quickly leaned in and kissed her lips. When he pulled away, he continued to smile and even laughed. "I am not worried about my coat, honey," he said. She laughed at the thought of it as well and leaned in and kissed him with deep passion and longing. He felt her tongue caress his before he let his slide into her mouth to return the gentle touches. All too soon for Jack, Carol broke the kiss and stood up. "The bar's over there," she said, pointing to what was obviously a nicely stocked bar area. "There's a small fridge under it with ice, if you want a night cap on ice. I'm going to go freshen up and I'll be back in a moment." Jack stood up and watched her as she began to head toward a door off to the side. She stopped and turned around just as she opened the door slightly. "Also, take off your coat and make yourself at home. The restroom's inside my room here; so if you need to use it before I get back, just knock before entering." "Okay," he said as she turned to go into the room. Jack thought it was neat how her bedroom light had turned on just before she had entered her room, thinking that she must have a sensor on the switch that detected motion. Jack went behind the bar and pulled out a couple of glasses and filled them with ice. Using the orange juice he found in the fridge, he quick fixed a screwdriver for Carol and poured some scotch into the other glass. After putting the bottles back in their proper places, Jack turned around to face the front of the bar and saw a sight that he truly did not expect to see this night. Standing the doorway to her bedroom was Carol. Her hair was down, hanging over her shoulders and coming to rest on the swell of her breasts. Jack could see the contrast from her bright red hair and the black silk negligee she was wearing. The garment came down to just below her waist, allowing Jack to see the toned bare thighs he had caressed the night before at the movie. Below the, was a pair of dark silk stockings that shimmered in the light from the living room. As Jack stared at the gorgeous woman from across the room, Carol walked toward him. Her steps were a mix of the walk a runway model would walk and a walk that reminded him of a female tiger stalking her prey in a documentary. As she neared the bar, Jack came out from behind it. When he reached to grab the drinks, she shook her head no. The Mark "Who here has heard or know information of a town here in Virginia named Blackstar?...Nobody. Okay well...Yes Ms. Thompson? You have something to say?" Professor Clark asked the young lady sitting in the back of the class. Lashaya didn't realize she had her hand up until the professor called her name and all her classmates turned to look at her. The shocked looks on their faces didn't go unnoticed. What really surprised her was that she did know about the town. "Blackstar is a very small town. Population about a hundred people. The town was founded back in the early nineteen hundreds by a Deidre Blanca. It's said that she migrated there from London with her daughters first and only child. It's said that the child Deidre escaped with was the offspring of the King and the heir of the throne. The Kings wife didn't like the idea of no black servants child with holding that title. So she ordered them to be killed. They only succeeded in killing Deidre's daughter" "Good job Ms. Thompson. You seem to know all the basic information. But do you know why Ms. Blanca named the town Blackstar?" "The basic information is what Deidre wanted people to believe as the whole truth. Which is only part of it. There's a prophecy 'From the seed of the fourth born to the first. He who bares the symbol will rule all kind' Deidre named the town after that prophecy. The King and his people believed in witchcraft and other supernatural stuff. 'Blackstar' which suppose to be the birthmark of two triangles on top of each other. One facing north the other south. Giving the appearance of a six pointed star. Since the King was the fourth King of his generation, his child was to bare that mark. But I believe that whole prophecy thing was a bunch of bull. Deidre's grandchild never had a six pointed star birthmark and there's no such things as witches and supernatural beings" "Once again good job Ms. Thompson. I'm sad to say class is over so this discussion must end as well" Lashaya packed up her books and prepared to leave as so many of her peers have already done. "Ms. Thompson can you hold on for a second? I would like to speak to you" Nodding her head yes, Lashaya sat back down. There was no need to inform any of her classmates to wait up for her. Lashaya had no friends. People thought she was weird and refused to socialize with her. She barely spoke. Lashaya was use to being alone. Her parents died in a car accident the day she was born. Not having no other family she was immediately placed in the system. She went from foster home to foster home until she was eighteen. During that time she was teased and verbally abused by her foster siblings and foster parents. People teased her on her physical appearance. Lashaya had fire red hair and eyes so light that they looked silver. It didn't help that she was African American with these features. "Ms. Thompson?" "Yes? Oh sorry" snapping out her thoughts, she walked to the front of the classroom. "Ms. Thompson I would have to say I'm really surprised you knew so much about Blackstar and Deidre Blanca" "Yeah me too" "You were right about everything expect one thing" professor said, cleaning his glasses off and putting them back on his face. "And what's the one thing?" "The prophecy. It was bull just misunderstood. They all thought the child had to be born with the mark. It never occurred to them that on the child's twenty-first birthday the mark would appear" "Even so Deidre's granddaughter never got the mark" "Who said King Avery was the fourth King?" "But he was" "It was later discovered that King Avery wasn't in fact part of the Cushway's bloodline. Even if he was it was only two Kings before him. The rightful King didn't take over until 1954. That King, King Logan had four sons. Three of which are still alive. The fourth one and his pregnant wife were killed visiting this country" "So what your trying to tell me is that one of the three brothers kids bare the mark?" "No. All three son's have kids over twenty-one. None bare the mark" Lashaya raised one of her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. "Professor your confusing me. First you tell me prophecy is true, then you turn around and tell me nobody from the Cushway's bloodline bares the mark" "Ms. Thompson when the bodies of the fourth son and his wife were taking back to London, the wife was no longer pregnant. The fourth son never got along with his brothers so they never tried to find the child. It's believed that' that child bares the mark...Ms. Thompson can I ask you something?" She nodded her head yes "Did you ever notice the six pointed star behind your right ear?"