St. Valentine's Day
She was named Callie when she was born, but as her baby blonde hair grew out and was replaced by tri-color blonde, brunette, and red, her grandfather took to calling her Calico, and it stuck. Now, at 26, Calico kept her namesake hair cropped short in the back and around her ears, but long and full, on top.
For the other side of this story, read "Jan in California Pt 06_Valentines Day"
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Calico had never been a big fan of Valentine's Day, with its forced romance and overused heart clichés, she was contented jumping from partner after partner, finding her pleasure where ever and whenever it showed up. She discovered she enjoyed women as well as men. Great tits excited her, but a nice cock fascinated her. And that is what she found in Dr. Alex, the in-home doctor who visited her elderly Granny-Aunt, originally only once a month. At 42 years old, he was very much her senior, which seemed to add a thrill to the Daddy issues she had gotten used to dealing with. But she had seen photos of the birth father she never knew. His bald head and stomach paunch was a far cry from Alex's, dark hair, tanned skin, and a square jaw. And she doubted her father had as nice a cock as Dr. Alex.
The first time she met him, they were quickly fucking and sucking of for the sake of her internet camera. He was another notch in her online bedpost. But somewhere in the middle of fucking him, and with Granny-Aunt's encouragement, her feelings transformed into something more.
(See, Calico ch04_Home Doctor Visit for details. -E)
she realized he was quite perfect for her. By the end of the afternoon, she was smitten with the handsome, older man. After he insisted they go on several traditional dates (Calico would have been happy just staying home and fucking) she discovered they laughed at the same things, shared the same taste in music and films. One night, after seeing watching a particularly sexy romance followed by amazing sex, Calico cradled his face, gazing into his eyes. "Is this love, Alex? Am I falling in love with you?"
"I hope so, my sweet Calico kitten, because I am with you."
They fucked for the rest of the night, soft intense love-making and hard passionate sex. Only once did Granny-Aunt bang on the bedroom wall, yelling, "Louder!"
Not only did his mouth seem to fit every part of her body, but his seven-inch cock was the perfect length, a splendid girth, and the ideal curve to touch all the sensitive spots in her vagina.
So, Calico was looking forward to Valentine's Day, this year since now she had a permanent
man
of her own. But an emergency call at noon had turned into a full day at the hospital. While she understood it was the nature of his job to be there when people needed him, she grumbled that he wasn't there when she needed him. Granny-Aunt stroked her back, as she sat sulking on the sofa.
"Want to share a vibrator, Calico. That always helps my mood."
Calico stood up, "Thank you, Granny-Aunt, but I think I'll go for a walk, through town. We'll see if that cheers me up."
She kissed her Granny-Aunt's bare tits (When did she get naked?) before opening the door. The warm afternoon air hit her skin and she opted to not bring a jacket, remaining in her tank top and short shorts. No one will care that she's not wearing any underwear. There was no one
to
care.
She caught a ride share down the twisting hill into town. She noticed the attractive blonde driver looking at her in the mirror. Normally she would use this to her sexual advantage, but instead she only asked, "What are you looking at?" in a mildly accusatory tone.
The driver flinched a bit, but she said. "A pretty girl, looking down about being alone on Valentine's Day, your nipples hard under that tank top, and your dark pubes clearly visible under the white short shorts. Do you want fucking, sweetheart?"
Calico could only sigh. "Yes, I do, but I'm sorry. You're not correct the plumbing for what I need right now. I miss my man's cock."
"I know what you mean. I love licking a soft cunt, but sometimes I need someone to love me hard and deep."
Calico chuckled. "That's it. Aw well, the plan is just to walk around town and see what comes up."
"What the filmmakers call the 'Thoughtful Montage.' You'll either meet the man of your dreams, most likely Tom Hanks, or become the key witness to a crime."
"I'm already fucking the man of my dreams."
"Just not today, of all days."
"Just not today,"
She pulled to the curb at State Street and East Haley, as requested.
"In that case," the driver continued, "I'd keep my eyes open for suspicious characters." She handed her a business car. "And call me direct if you need a ride home or feel up to some serious scissoring," Her smile was both friendly and predatory. Calico almost fucked her right there in the car. Instead, she got out. "Thank you," she checked the name on the card. "Laura." She leaned in the driver's window to kiss her gently.
Laura inhaled deeply. "Sister I can smell your sexy pussy from here. You better find someone to fuck you, preferably not Tom Hanks." That smile again as she drove off.
Calico began walking down State Street toward the ocean. Passing shops of fancy clothes and over-price coffee, she was feeling better. By the time she reached the pier, the fresh sea air had settled her doubts about Alex. She knew he loved her, but she also admired his dedication to an important job. It's something she would have to learn to live with. She made a note to buy extra batteries on the way home.
As she sat on the pier, she watched a tall man fishing. He had taken off his shirt in the heat of the day, and the muscles of his chest and arms bunched and flexed as he cast his line over the rail. Feeling her panties dampening, Calico looked down. Below her on the sand, a couple was nude on a towel. She was on her back, her big tits staring up at Calico as they swayed each time he thrust into her. Calico marveled at his tight ass, flexing and relaxing with every thrust. It reminded her of the time she and Alex had had sex at a hotel with mirrors on the ceiling above the bed. She had cum watching her man's ass cheeks flex the same way. Now the best she could do was squeeze her thighs tight on her hungry clit.
With a heavy sigh, she stood up and walked back up the pier. She had hardly noticed how late it was getting, until she saw the sun, hunched very close to the sea. Instead of going back up State Street, she crossed a block west into Chapella Street. Less busy and with more interesting shops, she barely felt the fatigue until it was upon her. Her legs suddenly weak and her heart weighing on her breast, she turned on Victoria Street where she knew there were some benches. She sat down hard, feeling sorrier for herself each time a happy couple walked by, kissing and groping and celebrating the day of artificial love.
She lowered her head and started to sob. After a few minutes, she felt someone sit next to her, quite close, in fact. She looked over to see an extraordinarily beautiful woman with a full head of thick white hair and large breasts inside a black cocktail dress with black sequins highlighting the curved neckline. The woman's voice was soft and low, with a touch of a southern accent. "What is it, sweetheart. The jerk dump you on Valentine's Day?"
Calico couldn't help but chuckle. "Close, he had to work."
"Had to?" a man spoke up. Calico looked up to find a tall man standing in front of her, wearing a dark suit with the tie loosened and the first two buttons of his shirt open, allowing the thick salt-and-pepper chest hair to poke out. She couldn't help but compare him to Alex. Obviously older than Alex, with gray in his hair but a similar strong jaw, the same gentle eyes and the same bulge in his pants though the more she looked, the more it seemed to grow bigger than Alex's. He held a single long-stemmed rose in one hand. It was obvious he was with the stunning woman, as if he always had been and always will be. Calico fought down her jealousy until the man asked, "Is he a fireman? Police officer?"
Calico nodded. "Doctor. Mostly home-care visits. So, if one of his patients is hospitalized..."
"He has to go. Understood, but it must be hard for you."
Calico broke down, opening up to these strangers, sharing how she and Alex met and how perfect they were together. In the middle of it, the beautiful women said simply, "Aw, sweetheart."
"Now it's our first Valentine's Day and I was so hoping..." She started weeping again.
The woman wrapped and arm around her, pulling her face to her breasts, stroking her short hair and cooing, "There, there, young one. My name is Jan. What's yours?"
"I'm Calico."
