Driving down the street on a bright sunny winter morning, I saw a vision of loveliness stopped by the side of the road.  I pulled over to offer assistance.  "Hi, I've got a cell phone.  Can I call anyone?"  She was lovely, blonde, and blue, with a set of D's that would kill.  "Hey, thanks.  Can you call the auto club?"  I took her card and called.  She went back to her open hood.  She was looking inside with a puzzled look on her face.  I'm no better.  The maze under the hood is beyond my comprehension.  The auto club said they would be out sometime within the next three hours.  They explained that they were backed up this morning.  I called her and relayed the message.  She took my cell and told the dispatcher that the key would be on top of the front passenger wheel.  She then batted her baby blues and begged a ride into town.  "Climb in," I offered. 

I live about thirty miles from Center City and the first fifteen miles is over sparsely used roads.  "Carol Brennan," I said offering my hand.  "You're kidding," she giggled.  "No," it was a curious response.  "I'm Carol Brennan," she said.  I sat there stunned.  "You live out here?"  "Yup, we moved out two years ago."  I was amazed.  This far out there's nobody.  I live on a converted ranch, dairy cows mostly.  I bought an acre of land from the owner and put up a small cottage.  The owner provides the roads and once in a while a cow or two will graze in the back yard.  He took the northern strip and put ten houses on it.  I tell her where I live as we head for town.  "Yes, I know about your place.  We're at the Circle TK.  He's doing the same thing except he put up town houses."  "Oh," I said.

I knew about TK because my fellow homeowners unilaterally objected to the plan at its inception.  We felt that town houses would spoil the pristine surroundings.  As it turned out, we hardly noticed the additions.  The road gets a little tricky here and then dumps out to the highway.  We were silent as I negotiated the curves.  Once on the interstate I asked where she was going.  "I work in the Pratt Building."  "No kidding," it was my turn to be surprised.  "I do too," I told her.  "Weird," she mumbled.

As it turns out the Pratt Building is fifteen stories high and houses over five thousand employees.  It by far is the largest concentration of workers in Center City so it's no surprise that she would work there.  I negotiated the off ramp and pulled into the garage.  I slid into my spot on the third floor and she exclaimed, "I'm impressed."  I own a medium size cosmetics distribution company and as a result have a nice parking spot right by the ramp that leads directly to the building.  We walked to the building and she pushed the elevator up button.  "My office is on this floor.  If you need a ride home, please call."  We shook hands and I headed for my office.

The day was hell, one disaster after another.  In my business, my drivers stock shelves and take orders.  We service the smaller retail locations relying on the manufacturers to handle the larger stores.  Today, my largest line decided to hire someone and send him or her into all my accounts.  I was on the phone to New York at nine and didn't get off until close to three.  Although I account for less than a micron of their sales, they account for thirty percent of my sales.  I finally found Whetherby Constantine, the Executive Vice President in charge of Distribution.  "Well, Fuck You," I said slamming down the phone.  As it turned out, a recent MBA hire told these dumb bells that they could save 1/2 of a percent by handling distribution internally.  I was the test case and I decided to fight back.  I called Simon, my largest customer and asked for a meeting.

Simon arrived at the bar wearing corduroy pants, a striped shirt, and a tweed jacket.  I know his wife didn't let him out wearing those clothes, so I guessed she was drunk again.  "Simon, I'm going to have to lay off three girls if I can't convince you to keep buying from me."  I had a cool scotch and water ready for him and waited until he had taken his first sip.  "Now, Carol.  They tell me that the trend will be towards dealing with the home office and the middlemen only add costs any ways."  "That's bullshit and you know it.  I'm responsible for six products that you sell.  They can't keep one girl busy here in Center City on their product line alone.  The first thing that will happen is you'll get service every other week and then you'll end up carrying more inventory."  "I asked them all these hard questions and they promised me it would be better."  I waved to the bartender and he put two more drinks in front of us.  I spent the better part of the next hour explaining everything my girls do to keep his shelves straight.  I finally ended up with, "We show no preference to one brand or another.  If you sell their brand more, we give them a little more shelf space.  If one of their products isn't selling, we squeeze it.  That fucking Constantine will be squeezing out the competition and you'll be the one that suffers."  "Carol, you may be right," he said putting down his empty glass.  "I maybe too drunk to understand everything you said, but I'll think about it."  With that he made his traditional pass that I brushed off and he left for his wife and kids.

I got back to my darkened offices to find the other Carol Brennan sitting on a chair in the hallway.  "The auto club screwed around and screwed around and finally told me my car wouldn't be ready until tomorrow.  I need a ride.  Can I beg one?"  "Sure," I slurred.  "How did you know I..." The words trailed off.  I called and Betsy said you were out with a client.  I checked and found your car in its spot.  I guessed you'd be back, but there's a note on you windshield anyway.  I opened my office and she followed me in.  I checked the contents of my in basket and found nothing of interest.  I picked up my briefcase and we headed for my car.  "Do you mind driving?"  I dreaded the trip with this much alcohol in my blood stream.  "No prob," she cooed.

I rested my eyes and the next thing I knew she was shaking me.  "Sorry," I said groggily.  "You must think me a lush, but I may have lost a big piece of business today and I needed to win some of it back.  I was in a drinking contest with my largest customer."  "Who won?"  "Only time will tell," I mused.  She got out and headed for the third town house on the left.  I watched her climb the stairs, open the door, turn, and wave.  I headed out and down the road to my little rest stop.

Around ten the next morning a dozen red roses arrived with a thank you note.  She signed it: Love, the other Carol.  I was touched and hung over.  I had been banging away at my other customers telling them I was better for them than the manufacturer because I didn't rely on one product line; I just relied on their total business.  I seized on this theme and decided to test it.  Simon called around three and said he thought my point was valid, besides he enjoyed getting drunk with me and knew he wouldn't get the chance with his new saleslady.  "Thank you, Simon.  I owe you.  Can I tell the others?"  "Sure, three of them called me and asked my advice.  You've been a busy girl."  He then made his pass.  "Look, Simon.  You're wife would cut my heart out if I took advantage of her."  "You're right, but not until after she cut my prick off like that woman in Virginia did a couple of years ago.  Only I won't get it back."  We both laughed.

I knew that without Simon, Whetherby Constantine's grand plan would fall flat on its face here in Center City.  With my future secure, for the time being, I decided to head home early.  I pushed the button and told Betsy I was heading home.  I then packed my briefcase and ducked out the back.  I don't like to leave by the front in case one of my drivers was in and watching the boss skip out. 

At four, I stopped at the market for a steak.  I had visions of a rare steak cooked over the grill and a huge salad.  It was cold and got dark early, but I was ahead of the sun.  The other Carol was heading in as I was heading out.  "Hi, I won."  "Congratulations," she hugged me.  "I'm cooking a steak on the grill tonight.  Want some?"  I don't know why I asked.  "I'd love to."  "Great," I said and gave her the address.  "I'm the fifth house.  Come early because I'd like to cook while there's still some warmth in the air.  "  She kissed my cheek and headed into the store.  I had enough steak for two and salad for five. 

I fired up my gas grill and oiled the grating.  She rang my bell.  I padded down the front hall and opened the door.  She was dressed in jeans and a tight powder blue turtleneck sweater.  Her ski jacket was open and a bunch of tags dangled from the zipper.  I had changed into jeans and a flannel shirt.  She handed me a cold bottle of white wine and brushed her lips across mine.  My heart flipped.  I almost dropped the bottle. 

She followed me into the living room and out the back to my patio.  I fiddled with the gas jets and then showed her the steak.  She nodded her approval and I flopped it on the hot grate.  We listened to the sizzle.  I then closed the top and asked how she liked her steak.  "Rare." "Me, too."  I waited the proscribed ninety seconds then flipped the steak.  In another ninety it was on the plate and we were at the table.  She had piled the salad bowl with leafy vegetables and had found the dressing in my refrigerator door.  There was a glass of white wine in front of each place.  My steak was perfect and she raved about her steak.  We killed most of the salad and all of the wine. 

We moved to the den where we sat on the couch.  "Tell me about your drinking contest."  I told her the entire tale.  I even told her all about my business.  I talked non-stop for an hour.  The last half-hour, we were out of wine.  "Oh look, we're out of wine.  I'll get some," I said as I struggled out of my fluffy couch.  She put her hand on my arm, "Oh no.  I've had enough.  Any more and I'll not be responsible for my actions."  "You'd better not challenge me like that in the future, sweetheart," I joked.  She smiled.  "Tell me about Mr. Brennan," I whispered looking deep into her baby blue eyes.  "Dad's fine.  He retired last year and has a boat in Florida."  "Isn't there a Mr. Brennan at your town house?"  "Oh, no.  Unless you consider Tom my cat.  Is there a Mr. Brennan here?"  "Not for the last ten years and he was Mr. Walker.  I never took his name because I never fully trusted him.  I was right.  He embezzled a hundred grand from the company.  I threw him out and promised not to testify if he gave me a quiet divorce.  He did and I've no idea where he is." 

"Well, here we are.  Two girls with the same name, too drunk to be of much use to anyone," she said in a low whisper.  I reached for her chin.  I raised her head and kissed her full lips.  "I've never..." I kissed her again.  "I'm going to like this, I think," she whispered.  "You're going to love this and scream for more," I said as my fingers probed her nipples.

* * * * *

I was driving my car down the road when the engine quit.  "Bang," it was dead.  I had moved to the country a year ago when my boyfriend decides that sex was all he wanted out of our relationship.  No kids, no long term commitment.  Just great sex.  "Well, Fuck You," I screamed and left.  I heard about these town houses way out of town and decided to try one.  I cashed in every penny and put a down payment on the next to the last unit.  I then spent every remaining cent on gasoline.  It was not as bad as I write, but it was more expensive than sharing a place.  I thought about a roommate, but in the end started liking living alone.  Well not quite alone, Tom, my tabby cat enjoys the free run of the place.

She pulled up in a Cadillac offering me a phone call.  I accepted and the auto club said they would take hours to respond.  She offered me a ride and I accepted.  Strange to find out that she had the same name as me.  We giggled about that.  We also worked in the same building.  She owns a company and I'm a programmer for a brokerage house.  I begged a ride home, as we were neighbors.  She was drunk and I drove.  Good thing as she would have never made it home in her state.  The next day I sent her a dozen roses as a reward for saving my butt.  My boss is a prick and anytime I'm late he takes great pleasure in berating me.  I was able to get through the car mess without a lecture.

My Chevy was pronounced well, but the bill was almost six hundred dollars.  The mechanic offered to give me a hundred off for a quickie, but refused to forget the whole bill for a blowjob.  I knew he would.  We settled for a hundred and fifty off for a blowjob. 

A couple of days later, I ran into her in the market.  She invited me to dinner and I jumped at the chance.  I knew I was going to face lean times for the next couple of months until I paid off the credit card and a free meal was, after all, a free meal.  I took a bottle of wine from my refrigerator and headed to her place.  She greeted me with a smile and we brushed cheeks.  I sort of missed and actually kissed her lips.  I didn't think about it until much later.  Dinner was great.  I sat on her couch and listened while she told me of her hassle with my favorite cosmetic line.  The wine and the couch worked.  I felt warm and secure.  She raised to get more wine and I stopped her.  I told her I'd had enough and she kissed me.  This kiss was not platonic.

My toes curled.  I had never kissed a woman with passion before.  My pussy hairs started straightening.  "I've never," I breathed and she kissed me again.  Her tongue parted my lips and I sucked on the invading serpent.  Where a man was rough, she was gentle.  Where a man's whiskers burned my sensitive face, she was smooth.  Where a man would taste like garlic and spices, she tasted of roses and wine.  Where a man smelled like a locker room, she smelled of vanilla.  I let her have her way.  Her fingers found my nipples and they hardened to her touch.  I was wearing a blue turtleneck and a lacy bra.  She helped me out of them and then bent and suckled my breasts.  No whisker burn here, only arousement.  My heart started beating faster and faster.  God, she was good.  She nipped and sucked and enflamed my breasts to the point where they would never be aroused again unless it was done by her.  She then gently laid me down and nuzzled my belly button.  She dragged her sandpaper tongue along my soft belly and enraged the nerve endings. 

I felt her fingers unbutton my jeans.  They were tight and the pop sounded like a cannon going off.  She kissed the tender skin that was gripped by the jeans.  She found small wrinkles and sucked them smooth.  My entire torso was enflamed.  She slowly unzipped my fly.  Plop, plop, plop as each tine released.  "Agrrr," an animal sound was heard off in the distance.  Her hands lifted my rump and the jeans magically fell away.  I was wearing flimsily pink bikini panties and I hoped they would go away also.  My blonde bush was full and inviting.  I opened my legs.  She kissed her way to the top of my pubic hair and dragged her tongue across my lower belly.  I heard that wild animal scream again, closer this time.  Her fingers worked at my ass and the flimsy panties were falling away.  I had to close my legs to get them below my knees.  I was soon rewarded with a tongue to the inner thigh and I spread my legs wide. 

Carol was busily working my inner thighs and her chin was pressing on my pubic hair.  "Oh, baby," I pleaded.  She sucked in a piece of soft flesh and wiggled her sandpaper tongue on the abused flesh.  "Please," I begged.  She lifted her head.  "Please what?"  "I don't know," I managed to get out between gulps of air.  "This," she asked as she slid her tongue in my crack.  Bolts of lightning struck as my brain went into overload.   "Yes, yes, yes," I screamed.  "Or this," she asked as she wiggled her tongue on my clitoris.  "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I was whimpering.  "Or this," she said as she paused then sucked my clit into her mouth.  I sat bolt upright as every nerve in my body exploded.  "Aieeeeee," I screamed as I started climaxing.  She pushed me down and buried her face in my crotch.  Carol sucked me dry.  I must have come a dozen times.  Each time with a scream and a gush.  Her poor couch was covered with my love juice.  I was sticky from my thighs to my belly button.  I must have released a gallon of bodily fluids.  She didn't care.  The more I gave her the more she wanted.  I finally begged her to stop. 

Carol laid her sandy blonde head on my belly.  I looked at her face and smiled.  I could see pure satisfaction on her angelic face.  My heart was still beating a thousand beats a minute and my chest was heaving.  I willed myself calm.  After a few minutes, I told her that was the best.  "Hmmmm," she murmured into my belly.  She didn't open her eyes.  "You're first?"  "Oh yea," I answered.  "Firsts are good," she said as she kissed my belly.  My heart started to beat faster even though I figured it couldn't.  She kissed her way to my forgotten tits and brought them back to life.  She then found my lips and hungrily attacked them.  She tasted of musk.  I had never smelled a woman this close before.  My head started spinning.  The world was still and I was in orbit above it.  I hungrily sucked on her musky organ and practically pulled it from her mouth.  "Slow down baby," she whispered as she broke the kiss.  She was hovering over me with her sandy brown locks hanging by her face.  "Teach me to love you," I whispered.  "Oh, I intend to, my love," she whispered.

Carol knelt up and unbuttoned her shirt.  She was wearing a white bra and her cups were B's.  Her belly was flat, flatter than mine was.  She stood and dropped her jeans.  She was wearing blood red panties.  She dropped them on the floor.  I gazed at her full black bush.  "Now, just follow my lead," she sang as she climbed on top of me.  She kept her knees bent and I had to lift to get to her pussy.  She peeled my pussy lips back and sucked in my nub.  Bang, the world was in overdrive again.  I reached up, grabbed her ass and pulled myself into her box.  Two quick things happened: First, she tasted sweet and salty.  Not anything like I expected.  Second, my insides started flowing again.  I screamed into her pussy and drove my tongue in as far as it would go.  After the initial rush, I remembered the clitoris.  I sort it out and sucked on it.  She lifted her head.  Yelled, "Oh shit," and dove back into my clit.  She flooded me with sticky, sweet, salty, goo.  It was thick and it tasted like nothing I've ever experienced.  I swallowed as much as I could and knew I'd never be complete with out a daily ration of love juice. 

My stomach muscles gave out and I flopped back down on the couch.  I was sticky and landed in goo that had escaped me.  I felt it mix with the back of my head.  "Come down baby and let me taste more," I cooed as I coaxed her closer to me.  The roomed lightened with the new day in what seemed like minutes, but was hours.  "Wow," I told her as we finally broke the sixty-nine position.  "How long can you keep that up?"  "I don't know.  You're my first.  All I'd seen was movies before."  "Wow."  I hugged her close.  "First are good," I whispered to her small perky breasts.