Chapter 2: The Salon

Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Mary Sullivan – Spaneway, WA

I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe it was because I am a new woman. When I awoke this morning, I was simply Mary Sullivan: college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And in a few minutes his presence had transformed me; awakened desires long buried in my heart and showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience.

He had peered into my soul and I had peered into his and we found the same thing—love.

Now I'm his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me – known my body – more intimately than anyone before. He knew every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt, which was still a little sore. It was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark's cock plunging deep into me, and how good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass before. My ex-boyfriend Mike had always begged me for anal. I had always said no, thinking it was too dirty, and I feared it would be painful. Instead, Mark showed me that it could be pleasurable.

I guess the reason I never let Mike bugger me was trust—I didn't trust him not to hurt me. He always had cared more about his own pleasures than mine. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely got my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs and to cum on my face, but I never could get him to eat my pussy.

I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom's Honda after prom. He had been my only lover, so I didn't really know what I was missing out on until Mark.

And I hadn't just been missing out on the the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires, ones I had buried so deep I didn't even know they existed, and exposed them. With my co-worker Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman.

Her tongue had felt amazing on my pussy, and her vulva had been like warm silk on my lips. Shad had this sweet, tangy flavor that had been delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I would get so excited at slumber parties to practice french kissing with the other girls. Why I could still vividly remember the locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates. Just picturing their budding breasts, slim hips, and the downy sparseness of a girl's first pubic hair was making me cream my panties.

I glanced at Mark and my face flushed and my heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just can't resist. He wasn't particularly handsome. Some fat under his chin made his face look to round. And he was definitely overweight. His body was soft with a dropping gut and love handles, and he had the start of man-boobs. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.

Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn't better looking then Mike, but I noticed him the moment he walked into my work. And it was me that Mark had fallen in love with. Not wild Cynthia, so experienced with sex, and always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smokey, bedroom voice and cow-large breast—the type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.

I looked back at the Starbucks one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning, I entered here a timid girl and now I was leaving a confident woman; a woman that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked and sucked in every possible way. For Mark, I've become such a dirty tramp. It made him happy, and that made me happy.

"Do you have a car?" he asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore, like he was reaching into my soul and playing me like violin—a master violinist making me sing perfectly for him.

"Not really," I answered. "Mike has a truck, but he didn't want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all." I didn't bother to hide my irritation.

"What an asshole." He shook his head and lead me over to a beat-up, maroon Ford car.

Mike was an asshole. I'm glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I broke up with him. It wasn't the most orthodox breakup, and I felt guilty about it. I wasn't sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt while I did it. There was no denying just how hard I came while humiliating Mike.

Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. "Ehh." I started to say something, but stopped, not wanting to say something mean. That wouldn't make Mark happy. "You like McDonalds," I quipped lamely.

"Sorry," he said, flushing with embarrassment. "I ... shit. I'm really sorry." He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.

"Clearly, you haven't had a girlfriend in a while," I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.

"No," he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. "But I got you now."

My heart melted and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. Mike never said nice things to me anymore. Mark's arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand sliding down, and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he's been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car and got in, starting the engine. A fan belt screeched and the motor coughed and started.

Mark looked at me. "No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn't the most flattering on you."

"Mare?" I asked, pretending to be indignant. "Mare? What am I, your horse?"

Mark blinked. "I ... uh ... Sorry, I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary." He got flustered easily, and I couldn't help but to giggle. He was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn't offended. "Aren't you my filly now?" he asked, jokingly.

I neighed, and broke out laughing. "I guess that makes you my stallion."

Mark leaned over to me. "Your stallion, huh." He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. "Your stallion's feeling a little frisky."

Feeling bold, I rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. "Mmhh, yes you are," I purred in agreement. I blushed, surprised at my wantonness. There was something about Mark that just drew out my deep desires.

Mark's hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. My pussy grew hot and wet; my juices soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against the fabric, as my fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was warm in my hands and throbbed with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.

Mark pulled my shirt up, and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. He then reached behind me and fumbled at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped and my tits were bare and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.

There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged woman screamed at us, "Perverts!"

I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as he gave me his boyish grin. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare," he told me in his commanding voice. "Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn't ever hide them."

His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion's hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The woman snorted in disgust and pulled her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.

"Let's find something a little more private," he said, and I squeezed his cock in agreement.

Mark took us to the alley behind the Safeway at the other side of the parking lot and got out of the car, walking quickly around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. I grasped it with my right and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, like I was his lady. It was sweet and I smiled happily up at him. He helped me out of the car.

The air was cool on my nipples, and it felt so naughty to be topless in public—my panties were drenched with excitement. Mark spun me about and pushed me forward against the hood of his car, rubbing my ass through my pants. I unbuttoned them and shoved them down my legs; they bunched up around my ankles.

"Oh, god you're so sexy!" Mark moaned, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs.

He thrust into me, fucking me hard from behind. I fell onto my elbows on the hood and gasped in pleasure as he filled my pussy with his hard cock, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned, long and loud, delighting in how wonderfully filled up I was with his cock. He pulled back, his cock rubbing sweetly against my pussy walls, and then drove hard inside me again. And again. Pleasure tingled throughout my body; my nerves on fire with lust.

"My sweet filly!" Mark gasped. "My sweet, naughty filly!"

"Oh, fuck me!" I moaned. "Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock's so great!"

Mark fucked me hard and fast. My clit rubbed pleasurable on the cold metal on his car, contrasting with Mark's hot cock filling my pussy. I gasped as he pulled my ponytail, hard, yanking my head back. I felt so slutty. "Ride your filly," I moaned. "Ride me hard!"

I looked up and saw a teenage boy, maybe fifteen, filming us with his phone at the ally's entrance. With a naughty smile I winked at the boy. Then I rose up off my elbows, using my hands support me, so the teenager could see my tits bouncing as my stallion fucked me. Mark was right; I had nothing to be ashamed of. My breasts were beautiful. I grasped my nipple and pinched it between my fingers. I was a naughty, dirty slut. My orgasm built inside me, and I squeezed my pussy on Mark's hard cock.

"My filly's so tight!" he moaned. "Oh, god. I'm cumming!"

My pussy contracted fast and hard as Mark's cum shot inside me, hot and thick, triggering my own orgasm. I threw back my head and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed throughout my body. Panting, Mark fucked me a few more times as my pussy milked the last of his cum. Sighing softly, I stood up, pressing my back against his soft chest. Mark's arms wrapped about my waist, hugging me tightly, as his fingers caressed my stomach and played with my curly pubic hair. His cock was going soft in my pussy as he nibbled on my neck.

We were in our own world of happiness.

And then I saw teenage boy was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the teenager watching us fuck made me feel hot and sexy. The teenager watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the boy and he just smirked. "Mark, some teenager is filming us," I whispered.

"Go home!" he shouted at the teenage punk.

Clearly bummed, the kid jumped onto his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and his cum ran down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. "The kid kinda ruined the moment," Mark said regretfully.

"Yeah," I replied. "Although, it made the sex hotter."

Mark chuckled and kissed me. "Such a naughty filly."

Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held I up to him, shaking my head. "It's not that hard to unclasps them, Mark," I said in amusement.

"Sorry," Mark said, sheepishly. "I'll get you another. Speaking of clothes, we got to get you into something more flattering than that polo shirt. Although your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where's your place at?"

My place was also Mike's place and guilt boiled in my stomach. "I ... I live ... I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did..." I trailed off, shaking my head.

I never thought I would cheat on Mike, even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.

Mark nodded. "Yeah, that was pretty mean of me, so don't feel bad, okay Mare." It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. "It was just so..." he trailed off, searching for a word.

"Naughty?"

That boyish grin came back and he nodded. "It was. So naughty."

"So, I don't think I can face him, not yet." I reached into the car and grabbed my black polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.

"Okay, Mare. Let's go shopping and get you some new clothes."

I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike used to treat me also went a long way to make me feel less guilty. "Okay, let's go shopping."

We got back into his dirty car. He was definitely going to need to clean it if he expected me to ride around with him. He turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter, and he drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Ave, the main road through Spanaway and Parkland and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn't even know his last name. So I asked him.

Mark blinked at me. "Wow. I guess we don't really know much about each other. Well, let's see." He paused, thinking. "I'm Mark Glassner. I'm twenty-seven. Umm, I've been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to-door."

I couldn't help laughing at that. "People still do that?"

"Not that successfully," Mark answered. "Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself."

"Well, Mark, I'm surprised that you're not that good at it. Since you convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you." I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how he had done that. His voice was so commanding that you just obeyed him. Was it something you could learn?

Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him eventually. I had my whole life ahead to do it. "What about your family?" I asked.

"I have a little sister," Mark said. "Although, I guess Antsy not so little any more since she started college last year."

"Antsy? That's a ... um ... unique name." I was trying not to giggle.

"It's short for Samantha," he explained. "When she was a little kid she couldn't sit still, so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she's going to school, but I ... I moved out when I was eighteen."

His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. "My mother wasn't a great parent," I told Mark in an understanding tone.

"It was my dad," Mark said after a long pause. "He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma, and so he couldn't work anymore and he went on disability. Money got tight. My mom had to start working and my dad..." Mark snorted with derision. "My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older and realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when I graduated high school. I've tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won't. She says she loves him, but I think she's too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her, but..."

"But you think she's just trying to protect you," I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.

Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren't about to cry. "So what about you," he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. "What's your last name?"

"Sullivan," I answered, immediately. "I'm nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannon's my older sister and Missy's my younger sister."

"I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I'm dating someone the same age," Mark quipped.

"You're just a cradle robber," I joked back. "Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways."

We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, "Guilty as charged," he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. He grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.

"I work part-time at Starbucks. Or, at least I did," I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. "It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I've become accustomed to."

"Money's not going to be a problem, Mare," he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. Mark doesn't really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He's not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seemed a little too weird to use otherwise.

"So where are you going to school?"

"I'm attending DeVry up in Federal Way," I answered, "working on a graphic design degree."

Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. "I didn't know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work."

I blushed. "I'm not that good," I said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. "But, I'll show you, if you want."

He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. "I do." He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. "You said your mom wasn't that great of a person?" he asked, merging onto the freeway.

I hesitated. I didn't like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. "You don't need to talk about it, if it's to painful."

I breathed deeply. Mark was my soulmate. He deserved to know. "When I was six, my mom..." I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom left a wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. "She left my dad. She was cheating on him and just ran off with this musician." I paused, fighting back sobs. How could that whore abandon us.

I regained my composure enough to continue. "Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise my sisters and I, but mom's abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us deeply. He didn't smile as much and had hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. He really loved her, and my mom didn't even tell anyone she was leaving; she just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn't happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility."

The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun? Never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever as much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn't even contest the divorce. Just signed away her parental rights so she could whore around with that musician.

Of course, I'm just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then ditched him. Sobs wracked my body as I realized that I was my mother. How could this have happened? Oh God, how did I become her?

Mark's arms enveloped me, pulling me into his chest. His hands stroked my hair gently. I was crying so hard that I didn't even notice him pulling over to the shoulder. He rocked me in his arms, and whispered, "Shh, it's okay. I'm not going to abandon you. Shh."

"That's ... not..." I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. "I'm ... my mother! I'm just as ... bad! I'm a ... a whore!"

"No you're not," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "You're an angel, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn't marry him. You guys didn't have any kids. You didn't abandon your family to go have fun." I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly; I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.

"And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?" Mark asked. "He never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?" No, Dad was always sweet to Mom. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. "No. Dad loved her. We were always catching them kissing."

"Did Mike ever love you," Mark asked. "Or did he just love sleeping with you?"