The Garage Mechanic

[mya]

Cara

Cara could almost forgive him for fucking her in a rage. He obviously had a lot of emotional baggage he had to work through, and it seemed he finally was. She lay still beneath him as he took what he needed from her, slamming his hips again and again into her. But as his lips ground into hers hard enough to draw blood, Cara began to squirm beneath him, pushing at his chest to get him off her. But he didn’t even seem to see her.

His fingers tightened on her throat, slowing the blood to her brain. First the sensations created a high in her, increasing the pleasure she received each time his ravaging cock scraped against her swollen clit. But she could tell he was not with her, that his mind was somewhere else, and she began to fear for her life. She thrashed beneath him, as she rasped words out past the constriction in her throat, “ERIC, STOP…GOD stop. Eric.” But she failed to reach him and she could not struggle any longer. She felt him explode deep inside her.

Finally he seemed to realize just where he was and what he was doing. He rolled off her and buried his face in his hands. Cara stood up, wrapping her coat around her as best she could to cover the torn clothing. Without a word to Eric, she turned and stumbled back toward the street leaving the cemetery and Eric behind. She’d been unable to reach him despite her efforts and he frightened her now. She had to get away from him. She managed to hail a cab and went straight home.

She took a long hot shower, washing him from her. As she dried herself, she looked in the mirror and saw the bruises on her neck and her breasts. Yet as she remembered the sensations he’d created in her, she could not completely deny that there had been pleasure in his actions also. She just didn’t know how far he’d take his games and she couldn’t trust him. She wrapped her naked body in her terry cloth robe and slipped her bare feet into her slippers. She trundled down the stairs to the kitchen to make a hot chocolate.

Her mind continued to dwell on the days events and Eric. Would she see him again? Should she see him again? Part of her felt a connection to him. Part of her knew it would be better to forget all about him. Yet she could not. Because even in his rage today, he had brought her pleasure in ways her husband never had. The kettle whistled and she made her hot chocolate. She curled into an overstuffed chair in her den and tried to watch a comedy on TV. It wasn’t working. Everytime a dark haired handsome actor’s face graced the screen she thought of Eric.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

I waited for the police but they never came. A slow steady rain fell down on me as I sat there on my mother’s grave. I laid on the ground and closed my eyes. When I opened them my mother was standing next to me. I started crying and begging her forgiveness. She put her arm around me and told me not to worry, told me that she would take care of me. And then my father started walking towards us with a large club in his hand saying he was going to teach me a lesson. Mama hid me behind her and told him not to touch me. He cracked the club across her ribs and then smashed the side of her head. I was helpless. I couldn’t move. No… no… Mama… He turned around and looked down at me, only I was staring at my own face. I had become my father. I looked around and cried out… Cara… Cara… help me. He lifted the club.

I woke up in a sweat. The dream was too real. I had become my father. I was scum. I didn’t deserve to live. Where were the police? I realized they weren’t coming. Cara was either a fool or the best thing that had ever happened to me, or both. I wasn’t going to hurt her anymore. I needed to stay away and never bother her again. But first I had to tell her I was sorry, and thank her for her kindness. Maybe the police were waiting at her house and I would get arrested there. I hoped so.

I drove to Cara’s house and hopped the fence. The lights were on but there didn’t appear to be any police around. I looked in the window and saw her sitting in the den. I went back around to the front door and pressed the button. For the first time in years I felt nervous, scared. I didn’t want her to hate me, but how could she feel anything other than hate?

She didn’t open the door. She saw me through the TV monitor and told me to go away or she would call the police. I could see her standing by the door waiting for my response.

“Um, look… Cara. Call the police. I deserve to be put in jail for what I did to you. But after you call them come back and let me talk to you. Please. I have some things I need to say about what happened. I… look, I’m not very good at this. Go ahead and make your call because I’m not leaving until you open the door and let me talk to you.”

 

[mya]

Cara

Cara was half surprised to see Eric on her door, and yet deep down a part of her knew he’d come. Despite their rocky start so far, there was a connection between them that she could not deny. She suspected it was the same with Eric, though he certain would not admit it—probably could not admit it from where he stood. As he stood at her door, warring shivers ran through her body. Fear warred with the passion she still felt for him. But with his latest antics at the cemetery, she had a healthy amount of respect for the fear. She replied to Eric through the monitor, “Go away Eric or I’ll call the police!”

But he persisted. “Um, look… Cara. Call the police. I deserve to be put in jail for what I did to you. But after you call them come back and let me talk to you. Please. I have some things I need to say about what happened. I… look, I’m not very good at this. Go ahead and make your call because I’m not leaving until you open the door and let me talk to you.”

She wiped her forehead with her hand. What should she do? Most people would call her an idiot if she opened the door. But she desperately wanted to—to give him a final chance. That would be stupid though—this time he may not stop before he killed her. She grabbed her cordless phone and looked down at the emergency button that had the police emergency phone number programmed into the phone. The push of one button and she’d have the cops on their way. Should she or shouldn’t she?

“Please Cara,” Eric said softly, just short of begging. She flipped the switch on the intercom again, “Are you going to hurt me again Eric?”

“NO! I promise no. I just need to talk to you…to explain things.” Still Cara hesitated. She looked down at her robe. She wasn’t wearing very much. Maybe that was a bad way to meet with him. On the other hand, when she had been dressed today it hadn’t slowed him down—he’d simply torn her clothing. She closed the neck line of her robe further and tied the belt tighter. Clasping the phone to her chest, she disarmed the alarm and then opened the locks on the door. She let the door crack open and she saw a haggard Eric before her.

“Come in Eric, but I swear to God if you try to touch me, I’m calling the cops and they’ll be here almost instantly. They respond extra quickly to calls from our house…I know because we’ve had to call them before when kids have tried to break in. And if you try anything tonight, I'll never let you anywhere near me or my house again.” She opened the door wider, shielding her body with the door.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

She cracked the door for me but it was quite obvious she was still terrified of what I might do. Yet she was willing to trust me. No one had ever treated me like that since my mother. I needed to do something to help nourish that trust. I reached into my pocket, pulled a small gun out of my pocket and handed it to her by the barrel.

“Here. Take it. If I start to do anything that scares you just shoot me. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if I weren’t part of it.”

She opened the door wider and I stepped into the entranceway. I asked if I could have a glass of water. I sat in a plush leather couch looking into a large stone fireplace that rose all the way up to the apex of the cathedral ceiling. Cara brought me my water then sat on the other end of the couch waiting for me to speak.

“I don’t know how to say I’m sorry without making it sound fake. I’ve done this before. I hurt women because I want them to hate me. Usually not physically but I hurt them anyway. I don’t know why I do it. My father used to beat my mother…”

I poured out my soul to her – why my mother was so special to me, how I had killed my father for beating her to death, how no one believed me because my father was an important person, what jail was like, why it was so important to keep my defenses up. I even told her about the girls I had used and abused.

I rambled on and on. She didn’t interrupt me. I finally looked up and realized how intently she was listening. The look in her eyes was soft and gentle. It was the first time I had ever talked like this with anyone. It felt good. I did everything I could to hold back my emotions. I wanted to bury myself in her arms and let it all go. Instead I took the easy way out.

“Look, I better go. I needed to say I was sorry, really sorry, and let you know that I will never bother you again. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but thanks for listening. And if your car ever has any problems bring it by…it’s on the house.”

I stood to leave, not really wanting to go but knowing I needed to for Car’s sake.

 

[mya]

Cara

Cara raised an eyebrow as she took the gun from Eric gingerly. She accepted it more because she didn’t want him to have in his possession. She’d never held a gun, let alone fired one. But until she knew he was stable enough to handle having the gun, she’d hold on to it—even if that meant sending him home without it.

“Here. Take it. If I start to do anything that scares you just shoot me. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if I weren’t part of it,” Eric said.

Cara let him in and gave him his requested glass of water. Then she sat down and let him tell her everything about his life—especially the really rotten things. She listened intently. Eric had barely finished pouring out his soul when he began making motions to leave, saying “Look, I better go. I needed to say I was sorry, really sorry, and let you know that I will never bother you again. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but thanks for listening. And if your car ever has any problems bring it by…it’s on the house.”

Cara scrambled to her feet crying out softly, “WAIT!”

“You know Eric, if you ever need a friend just to listen, I’d be happy to be that friend. We have a history Eric—one that is full of passion, and unfortunately some violence too. If you think you can control the violence, we can still be friends and see where our friendship takes us from there. I’m willing to be your friend. What about you? Do you want to be my friend too?”

Her fingers reached out to rest on his thigh as she waited for his answer.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

I stopped and looked over at her. She really did want me to stay. She was reaching out for me, coming on to me. I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t think of an appropriate reply. I was in unfamiliar territory, not in control of the situation anymore. I should have kept going right out the door but for some reason I was frozen.

“Um, look Cara, is this really a good idea? After what I did to you? I mean, not that I don’t like you. I do. I just… I just scare myself sometimes.”

Her fingers continued to massage my thighs. I could feel my resistance quickly eroding. I looked into her eyes and moved my face closer to hers. My hand went to her cheek and caressed the soft skin.

“And you scare me Cara,” I whispered, “how I feel about you scares me.”

Our lips brushed against each other as they parted. I slid my hand to her waist and pulled her closer. She put her hand on the back of my neck. Her other hand moved higher on my thigh. The tips of our tongues touched. The passion building between us was electric. I opened my mouth wide and pushed my tongue into hers. Our bodies melted together.

It was like junior high all over again… like the first real kiss I ever experienced. My hand slid up her waist until my thumb pressed against the underside of her soft breast. Her fingers were digging into my thigh only inches from where my manhood was rapidly growing to full hardness. I finally broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. They were full of passion and begging for more. My hand cupped her breast as my fingers gently massaged the softness underneath her blouse.

“Show me, Cara. Show me how to loveyou. Not how to fuck you. We've already done that. I want to make love to you.”