7 comments/ 31399 views/ 13 favorites Left Behind Ch. 01 By: Hypoxia Author's note: This fictional romance includes mature, bisexual, and multiracial elements, and coersion. The few sexual acts in this chapter involve conscious live humans of age 18+. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. Your feedback is appreciated. If you like this, VOTE, dammit! Your votes and feedback are a Literotica author's only payment. Left Behind Ch. 01 He got the message and staggered away. The amused young waitress, whose name tag said LaVonne, walked over after he oozed out the glass door. "You don't put up with Teddy for long, do you? I ain't never seen him get so discouraged so fast." Her afro bounced when she shook her head. "I'll have to tell my girlfriends about using fancy footwork on him. That does the trick! Like a refill of decaf? Go ahead, top it off, the boss ain't here." Rosa splashed amber tequila into both hers and LaVonne's cups. They toasted the night and the road. "You ready to sleep yet? Hang on while we close up here, then I'll walk you to your room. Teddy might still be out there, watching, so you best not go alone. He ain't right in the head. Mostly harmless, but ya never can tell..." The clock pointed nearly at midnight when they walked across the parking lot to Rosa's room. LaVonne stopped her at the door. "You like a friend, maybe? Or at least some talk? Maybe more?" her fingers brushed Rosa's cheek. "You're a hot lady. I could make you happy." Rosa was tempted, and conflicted. She had not tasted a woman for a while, not since that trip to Acapulco. She was tired... but what had Teresa said? "Old Rosa has to be gone. Paint a picture of the new you, and live it." Who was the new Rosa? The new Rosa said, "I'm tired, and I'm grubby, but I'm lonely. You up for a shower?" Their bodies bumped as they sudsed and lathered and scrubbed and laughed and kissed under the flowing water. They bumped more as they dried each other, and kissed. They intertwined on the not-too-stiff basic bed. Their 69s were more than satisfactory, and not too loud. Their fingers worked magic too. Rosa woke at dawn with LaVonne's lean ebony face next to hers on the pillow and with a bladder full to bursting. Hop to the bathroom, fast. Hey, this is how it started yesterday, she thought as she drained and sighed, but now I can look forward to cleaner toilets. LaVonne took Rosa's place in the bath and then crawled back into bed with her. Their black and tan bodies intertwined like dust-devils in a slow, sensuous vortex. Rosa cried when LaVonne's mouth and hands threw her over the edge into ecstasy. She returned the favor, with similar results. They kissed-away the shared smoky and spicy nectars from their flushed faces. "I got to get home," LaVonne said. "Good thing I live close, just down at the other end of the motel. But after I dress, let's have breakfast, okay? And, are you in a hurry to get anywhere? Oh, that's right; you have a deadline with the car. Think you'll ever come back here?" "Sounds good to me," Rosa said. "Sorry I can't stay, yeah. Come back? It could happen, but I can't make any promises." I cannot tell her I will never see her again, she thought; I will just say hasta luego, until next time, and not adios, farewell. LaVonne was not fooled. Maybe she was not yet twenty, but she could read the signs. Their breakfast chat avoided details; their farewell was bittersweet. Rosa checked her phone before changing SIMs. Still no calls! It was the next fucking day already, and nobody missed her yet! Those turds! With her phone newly programmed, she thought to call Serena to warn of her arrival. Hmmm, no, it's still early on the Pacific coast; I'll call later, she thought. Left Behind Ch. 01 She asked herself: Should I just get away from here now? She wondered if surveillance cameras saw her in the alley. Probably not; this grubby area did not seem worth surveilling. She could think of no good reason to flee, other than a general sense of paranoia. She got an idea. Into the car, around the block, and down the alley past the bar. Aha! The backpack was gone. No worries about evidence, then. RELAX! she told herself. Right - like that could happen. She mixed another tart drink. What a fuck of a day! Sleep did not come easy. Left Behind Ch. 01 "Oh, it's like that in parts of Honduras. No hay pedo, no big deal. You've just got to stay alert, that's all." "Stay alert for people shooting at me? I don't THINK so! It's bad enough to have to watch out for drivers with phones in their ears. That takes about all the attention I can spare." "Hey Serena, you're a woman, you can multi-task! Just set up mental apps. This app watches the road. That app watches the drivers. Other apps plan dinner and wardrobes and job stuff, all at once, basic time-sharing." "I'd still rather not have to watch for guns. Hey, is coming here going to be, like, culture shock for you? No, wait, I guess not. Culture shock? My friend Matías says he's nervous around the Bay Area because there aren't enough guys with shotguns. In Guatemala, armed guards are everywhere, and up here, they aren't. Matías says he feels more secure with firepower around." "Yeah, I know how that goes. Gringos get pretty complacent about security." Rosa recalled her encounter with Ally. Complacent gringos get robbed. An alert Mexicana doesn't. It's all about survival, she thought. "Well, we're burning up the clock," Serena said. "How about we get on the road and get to Oakland? We're getting close to the end of your journey." "That reminds me of something I read," Rosa said. "'No journey is ever complete until you come home again, or until some new place becomes home.' Maybe, sometimes, the journey never ends." She shivered. "But yeah, it's time for me to end this drive. I'll see you in Oakland." "Gotcha! Let's roll! Bye for now." Rosa concentrated on freeway traffic as she crossed the Central Valley. But highway survival did not occupy her mind completely. No, she also thought about... sex. Sex she had not had, except with herself and briefly with LaVonne. Sex she wanted, but with who? She rubbed herself as she drove. Hmmm, that's not really safe, she thought; I will stop somewhere. A roadside rest area on a grassy hillside west of the valley overlooked the north end of greater San Francisco Bay and the coastal mountains beyond, cut by the Golden Gate. Rosa appreciated the sweeping view, but parked in a less-than-scenic spot. She arranged sunshades in the windows for as much privacy as possible, reclined her seat, and hung a bandanna on the steering wheel. She loosened her bra and slipped it up over her breasts but still under her blouse. She lifted her butt and slid her thong aside, just enough. She asked herself, am I really going to do this in public? YES!! Rosa employed various techniques for different qualities of masturbatory orgasms. What she needed right now was a mix of quick-n-dirty and slow-n-sweet with careful manipulations of nipples and clitoris. Not a fast rubout; no prolonged wet finger-fucking, either. Just slow, steady, easy... then faster, and harder... and pinching, and release, ahhhh... nothing worth screaming about, but that's for another time and place. The bandanna soaked up her juices. The rear-view mirror assured that she had put herself back together suitably. Her flushed face signaled her relief. She dismantled the sunshades and rolled the windows down; let a zephyr blow away my scent, she thought. She glanced up to see a young couple strolling along the edge of the parking area. They saw her, waved, smiled, and winked. Was she obvious? She smiled and waved back, and then spun onto the freeway. Rosa tossed the bag-wrapped pistol out the window and over the railing as she crossed the Carquinez Straight bridge. Adios, evidence. Left Behind Ch. 02 Author's note: This fictional romance includes mature, bisexual, and multiracial elements. Nobody under age 18 engages in sex here. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. Left Behind Ch. 02 She squeezed out a couple solitary orgasms, and puffed again, and slept. Left Behind Ch. 02 Dave's van rolled across valleys and hills to the little peninsula. The eight threw blankets and folding chairs on the cliff atop Bodega Head. Sammy and Lily cuddled together on one blanket; Rosa sat between Dave and Ayesha on another, arms around shoulders, snuggled cozily. Shari, Lyn, and Pietro occupied the shaky chairs and passed a joint. The sun touched the cloudless Pacific. "Oooohhh..." they all whispered when the green flash sparked the horizon for a brief moment. An offshore wind carried hints of salt and spices and long-drowned treasure. Gulls squawked. All were subdued on the drive inland. Sammy and Lily necked in the Econoline's back seat. Rosa rode shotgun across from Dave. "This has been real nice," Rosa said quietly. "I only arrived a couple days ago and I already feel like I belong here. I sure hope things work out." Dave reached to tap her thigh. "I hope so too." She tingled. "I think we'll be friends," Ayesha murmured from behind them. "I know I'll like working with you. We'll make sure you don't want to leave." "Anybody have plans for tonight?" Dave kept his eyes on the road. "Yeah, a good sleep!" Rosa laughed. "I'm beat from today and I've got way too much to do tomorrow, starting early. Visit too many offices, fill out too many forms, probably play too many games. Hijole,, what a mess. Let's talk in a few days, okay?" "I'm crawling in early tonight too," Ayesha agreed. "Got to make an early start in the morning. Sorry, Dave, you're on your own again." Lily called from in back. "If you'd like to go hear Steve's group play, we'll come along. We can tell our folks we've been in church. They'll hate that," she giggled, "but at least they won't worry." Rosa phoned Serena to arrange her ride. "After Dave drops you off, just walk two blocks north. I'm at DeSchmire. Come on, I'll split a bowl of gazpacho with you; you'll love it! See you in a few minutes." Rosa had been in open-plan eateries before -- just one big room in this old house, with the kitchen area barely delineated from the rest. She was NOT used to a waiter on roller skates navigating sinuously between the tightly-packed tables. Mmmm, that soup sure was good! "Thanks for getting me out and going today." Rosa leaned back in the passenger seat as Serena drove them home. "That was great. You do this every weekend?" "Whenever the weather isn't too bad, sure. If there's heavy rains, we may stomp through redwood groves -- those are pretty sheltered. Otherwise, we're up in the hills or out on the coast. We'll go to Salt Creek State Park next week for a bit of both. We avoid the steep slopes, like the roads where the Tour de France cyclists train. Lance Armstrong had a cabin there." Serena dodged yet more reckless squirrels and rolled into her parking spot. "Want to come up for a drink and a puff? Don't worry, you'll get to bed on time for an early start in the morning." Her condo was closed, quiet, and empty this time. No dancers, no music. The cousins lounged on the rear deck for another hour of chat and consciousness alteration before Rosa dragged herself to her studio. Left Behind Ch. 02 "Damn straight! Great hot plans! You haven't eaten, I hope. Good. Stay hungry, put on something sexy, and come on up." Serena sounded excited. "You got it. See you in a few." Rosa was already stripping out of her boots and riding leathers when she clicked off. Something sexy, huh? Another shower; a little makeup; a sprayed-on-looking mid-thigh Little Black Dress over an orchid thong; a necklace of small chunks of white turquoise; some danceable not-quite-fuck-me pumps; a spun silver clutch; and she was ready. She took a thick iridescent shawl, just warm enough, as a coverup. "You look great!" Serena hugged her cousin wearing only a tangerine thong and silver ankh earrings. "I'll be ready in a few minutes. Damn, I hope I look as good as you do! Grab a drink if you want." The younger woman skipped back to her bedroom and emerged in an amazingly short time. She was stunning in white knee-high gladiator sandals, thin amaranth miniskirt (with a Greek white-line maze) that barely covered the thong when she stood, tight deep-scoop white halter top baring lots of flat midriff, and a galactic Zuñi medallion on a silver choker. Rosa whistled. "Not bad, chica, not bad at all." She pulled her younger cousin in front of a full-length mirror and stood beside her. "Yeah, I think you managed it -- looking good, I mean." Arms around waists, they regarded their reflections. They saw sisters, not cousins -- big and little sisters, gene-pool faces, individual flairs, and man-killing bodies. Rosa squeezed tight. "You have any victims lined up?" "Whoever gets in the way," Serena giggled. "First, we'll turn the waiters comatose at this great Peruvian-Polynesian fusion bistro on the Hex in Cotati, and then..." Rosa interrupted. "The Hex?" "The Hex. As in, six. Cotati was originally built on a hexagonal pattern, at least for a couple streets around the Plaza -- y'know, where the Accordion Festival is. The Hex is the street scene right at the centro. Got some cool places there. Anyway, after dinner, we're going to a club over by Frisbee U, the best place in this part of the county, really. The crowd's mostly grad students, younger faculty, cool nerds from the data centers, people like that -- smart, fit, horny, and not too broke. Guy says he'll be there, and you'll have your pick of the boys. Me, I am going to DANCE!" Yes, the waiters hyperventilated; yes, the unlikely fusion food was muy delicioso; yes, the club was crowded, noisy, and hot, like many of the dancers. And yes, Nguyen was there, grinding anyone who could not gracefully escape him. Serena hopped over and snagged him, first thing. Rosa decided to survey the scene first. She slid onto a bar seat and ordered a wine spritzer. The club occupied a wide, brick-faced storefront in a suburban mini-mall. When the adjacent businesses shut down for the evening, LAS POZAS cranked up the volume. Reverberations were intense. The lights were the standard mix of pure-spectrum spots, flashing strobes, and wandering lasers. Even this early, the dancers were a surging mass of sweaty frenetic flesh, almost an oscillating amoeba. The writhing mob ejected a lean young blond man in a white linen suit. He glided toward Rosa, gave his hips a samba twist, asked loudly, "Ya wanna?" and spread his hands imploringly. Rosa laughed. He's cute, she thought; why not? She emptied her glass and pushed it aside, pushed her clutch and shawl to the bartender for safekeeping, and hit the dance floor. Less than an hour later, Rosa was drenched, exhilarated, and exhausted. She had not danced for much too long, not energetically like this -- that was not appropriate for a woman of her standing in Guadalajara. Here, she could cut loose. Gyrating, grinding, friendly hands-on, sometimes very friendly -- but nobody tried to reach between her thighs. The rest of her received many strokes, and she stroked back. El Blondie's touches were discreet, not intrusive. She spun around and found herself dirty-dancing with a wide assortment of young men and women. Damn, this was fun! She fell back into a bar seat and yelled for rehydration. El Blondie slid into the seat beside her and yelled for the same. The sound system allowed them a shouted conversation. Left Behind Ch. 03: End Author's note: This fictional romance includes mature, bisexual, and multiracial elements. Nobody under age 18 participates in sex. Minimal watersports here, and non-sexual violence. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. Left Behind Ch. 03: End Rosa hugged her younger kin and murmured in her ear, "Hey, you'll have to take me on more hikes!" Serena squeezed, and pushed away. "Yeah, well, we'll see. You going to take all the young ones? You're off to a good start here," she whispered. She looked at Dave again and spoke up. "You're something special, boy. Did she tell you? You're the first guy she fucked since her husband, now ex-husband. You should feel honored. You got her divorcée cherry. And she saved it up!" Dave and Rosa both blushed. "Oh, come on, Serena, quit that..." Rosa said. "Look, guys, I've got to get to work now. Do what you're gonna do. But keep it down. Don't scare the neighbors and the cattle, okay?" She grinned again and turned away. "See you this evening, Rosa." Walking off, she glanced back and gave her cousin a thumbs-up. Dave pulled the bedside clock from the floor; they had knocked it off the bedstand during their evening play. "Wooh, I've got to get to class." He climbed from the bed. "Not that I'm normally one to fuck and run, but..." Rosa returned to the bed and pressed fingers against his lips. "But we must do what we must do. And you must go. So go. Just don't be a stranger, you hear?" She pulled him close for a kiss. "And we've got to clean up again. Race you to the shower!" She stopped to grab a condom on the way in, so he won this race. Well, they both won, what with a good, long, stand-up, face-against-the-glass, shower-stall fuck, complete with thumps, grunts, and screams. No neighbors pounded on the walls. Why not? Adequate insulation, or absence, or just resignation? Still naked, Rosa kissed Dave at the door as he left, and returned to bed for a last stretch before rising to face the day. She thought about an old country-vamp song, I LIKE'EM BIG AND STUPID, and the line, "The way he clawed and bit me, well, I hope he's had his shots." Dave was only a little rabid, right? And not stupid at all. She glowed. Left Behind Ch. 03: End "Not bad. I went back to LAS POZAS. Almost walked into that place next door by mistake, you know, the church that looks like a steak house or pub?" "Oh yeah, that's because it was a steak house before the Lutherans got it. They changed the lettering from BEEF'N'BREW to CROSS'N'CROWN and lots of people don't notice. They get disappointed hungry customers almost every night." "Ha! Anyway, I had lots of fun, as in: Lots. Of. Fun! Except when Guy came on to me, anyway. But I made new friends, got a couple new phone numbers, and got home alive." "Huh? What's that about Guy?" "Oh, he was playing with lots of girls at the club. And he wanted me to spend the night with him. He even followed me home and tried to sweet-talk me. But I have rules, y'know. He's yours, and unless you're there saying it's okay, then it's NOT okay." "Umm, by 'playing', you mean...??" "Yeah, he was off in dark corners, or out back. Yeah, he had a good time. No, he didn't let his meat loaf." Serena almost whispered. "That sonovabitch." Her volume rose. "I told him that he had to be unobtrusive if he wanted time with me." And louder. "I told him I wouldn't play around on him, and I wanted him for myself." Even louder. "I TOLD him not to mess with you!" Almost screaming. "AND THAT SHITHEAD PLAYS GAMES ON ME?! AND WITH YOU?! THAT FUCKER!!" Serena calmed. "Thanks for shutting him down, cousin. I think me and him are maybe going to have a little talk. Yes, a talk - and maybe I won't murder the slimebag. Then again, maybe I will..." "No confessions on the phone, girl. The NSA listens to everything, you know. Better not murder Guy, or even cut his nuts off, not after leaving evidence. Just kick him out. What's the Gringo saying? Good riddance to bad rubbish." "Yeah," Serena sighed. "Yeah, it's time to get some blood tests, yeah, and to find a new boy. You've got Dave, right?" "I could have him if I wanted. I'm still looking around. Hey, I've been free and legal for, what, three days? After half a lifetime of servitude? I don't think I'm quite ready yet for full-time with anybody. I've got wild oats to sow, that kind of thing. Or... are you asking if Dave's available, or do I have a claim on him?" "No no no. I've hiked with Dave before. He's a great kid. We have no spark. We're only weekend friends. Speaking of which, where are you now, and will you be around tomorrow for another hike?" "I'm playing tourist in San Narcisco right now. And..." Serena grunted. "Narcisco, right. Lots of narcissism there. Are you doing anything fabulous?" "I'm just taking in the sights and sounds and tastes, that's all. It's a lot more interesting than Guadalajara or Acapulco or Tucson. Kind of expensive, though. And yes, I'll be ready to hike tomorrow. Where are we going?" "We'll stomp through giant redwood groves in a place called Armstrong Woods, off the Russian River. Flat, easy, quiet, and beautiful. It's like walking through a huge cathedral you can yodel in." "That sounds good. Yes, I'll be there." "Great! And now, I think I'll wake up some more, and then I'll find Guy and feed him down the garbage disposal, the cabron. What a shithead!" Left Behind Ch. 03: End Sangria, hashish, and orgasms flowed. Serena had toys. Thanks to strap-ons, everybody was DP'd or TP'd, as anatomically possible. Dawn came all too soon. Left Behind Ch. 03: End "No, Dave. I mean, STAY with me. Take classes. Go on hikes. Study, work, have fun. But at night, stay with me. Please." Her voice was soft. Dave put the coffee press down, came to Rosa's bed, and sat next to her. He took her hand. "You sure about this, Rosa? You're exploring your freedom. I'm fifteen years younger than you and I don't really know where I'm going. You sure you want to tie yourself down? To me? Here, now?" Rosa pressed his hand to her lips. "Yes," she whispered, "yes, I'm sure, I'm ready." Her voice strengthened. "I've had fun. And I feel guilty." "What?" Dave shook his head. "You don't..." "No, I don't think what happened is divine retribution or bad karma or any fantasy like that. It's not Catholic shit. You've seen that SHIT HAPPENS IN RELIGIONS joke? For Adventists it's, 'Shit happens on Saturdays'. For Jews, 'Why does this shit always happen to me?' And for Catholics it's, 'I deserve this shit.' Well, I don't. I don't deserve it, and I don't believe it. "But... well, I talked with a woman about burdens. My past is my burden, all the mistakes I've made. And my kids, the rotten little shits, they're part of my burden, but they're mine. What's that song about freedom? Nothing left to lose? If I explore freedom, where does that take me? "I'm free from Bobo, but he's still my past, my burden. And the woman said we can't dump our burdens, but we can share them, share the load. I'm going to talk more with that woman and her group about sharing loads - from my shoulders to theirs, and from their backs to mine. And Ernie said he could maybe help me get together with my kids. That'll take off some weight." She rubbed his hand - not nervously or idly, just calmly, closely. "So I want to use you, to shift some of my load onto you. Think you could be Tío Davíd, Uncle Dave, to my kids, if I get them here? And I'll take on your load. Sure, you're on scholarship, but it doesn't cover everything, right? And you've got your own past burdens. We all do. I can help, if you'll let me. Not just money; I know things." Rosa pulled Dave close and hugged him. "You don't have to stay forever. Just be close at hand. Stay with me. Please."