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Subject: {ASSM} Cupid's Last Shot by Virago Blue (MF, rom)
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 22:10:03 -0500
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Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities between these
characters and real people are, like, so coincidental. This one has a
Valentines theme, therefore a little romance, flirting and sex are part of the
story. If you're not of the legal age, sorry, even this one you're not
supposed to read.
With a lot of the stories I write I connect with a song while I'm writing. In
the case of "Cupid's Last Shot" I found the Foo Fighters latest CD, more
specifically, the song "Learn to Fly" as my inspiration. I always urge readers
to tune into the song, if at all possible. I'll even provide a link if I can.
In this case, www.foofighters.com.
Extra special thanks goes to Dr. Spin for giving me extra special pointers.
Thanks Doc!
Happy Valentine's Day!
***
Cupid's Last Shot
(c)2000 by Virago Blue
"What the hell is wrong with this picture?" Cupid One tapped her little bare
foot on the bar stool, eyeing Cupid Two in aggravation.
"What? It's just a slight glitch. Nothing to worry about, darlin'. Just
watch." Cupid Two lifted the shot glass to his lips and slammed back the
whiskey. He smacked his lips loudly, sliding the glass to the bartender.
"Another one, Jeeves."
Cupid One smacked Cupid Two on the back of the head. "Hey! No drinking on the
job! You need to pay attention. Your guy just made a major boo-boo. Do I
have to remind you what will happen to the both of us if we screw up again?"
Cupid One scowled at Cupid Two, her male partner in crime. "The Fates will
have our wings and this time Skuld will probably shove the arrows you have left
right up your a---"
"Alright, alright. Them Fate sisters can be tough. Yeah, enough already. "
Two turned around, adjusting his quiver before smiling at One, chewing the
cigar in his cherubic lips. "I'm sorry. Now, where were we?"
One sighed, rolled her eyes, and pushed a blond ringlet from her chubby cheek.
"Don't screw this up for me, Two. I want that promotion. " One elbowed Two and
directed his attention back to the current situation. Two looked down at the
floor, through the peanut shells and cigarette butts, through the fine
opalescent mist, past the clouds and focused on his doofus. Theodore Thomas,
34, bachelor, unruly brown hair, medium build, hazel eyes, yadda, yadda, yadda,
just stole his future wife's parking spot right out from under her.
Two slapped a chubby hand to his forehead. "Cripes! Did he just do what I
thought he did?" His gravely voice rose above the crowd in the celestial bar.
One nodded. "And it just started raining. Great move, Casanova." One shook
her head and sympathized with her poor victim. Melanie Goodwin made a rude
gesture to Theodore.
"Oy-vay! Did she just do what I saw her do?" Two cringed.
"Yep. See what happens when you turn your back for one second?"
"Hey, don't worry. I'll fix it. Just watch this." Two chewed his cigar a few
more times before sprinkling a small amount of glamour through the clouds.
"Where did you get that?" One demanded. "You visited Elora again, didn't
you?" One glared, putting a hand over her gaping mouth. "It's just not a good
idea to bargain with the fae. They're--they-re . . . nasty."
Two grinned, sliding a glance at One. "Tell me about it. Did I ever tell ya
about the time Elora slid one of those long fingers of hers right up--"
"NO!" One cleared her throat. "No, you didn't. Feel free not to tell me now
either." One harrumphed, turning away from Two.
"What a dame . . . " He chuckled lasciviously, sprinkling the yellow dust
through the opening in the clouds.
One watched as Melinda raced through the downpour to the doors of the meeting
hall, bundled up in a yellow rain slicker. She splashed past Theodore just as
he tripped over a stone concealed by fairy glamour and landed on his side in a
water puddle the size of--
"Woohoo!" Two hollered. "That'll show him!" Two elbowed One roughly. She
peeked through her fingers at the snickering Melinda and the disheveled and
very wet Theodore.
"Alright. So maybe now we can start over. Seems like most of the aggression
is gone." One admitted. "Are you sure you got the next part straight?"
"Yeah, yeah, don't you worry your curly little head none. It's all good,
baby."
One rolled her eyes and turned back to the scene playing out before them.
***
Theodore stood at the glass door, shivering and wet, holding the door open for
Melinda to pass through. He smiled down at her in a way that almost made her
feel sorry for him. Melinda smiled and stepped smugly through the door,
shaking the rain from her slicker. Theodore stepped back from the offending
splatters.
"Really, now, what's a little more rain. You're already drenched." Melinda
said, smiling, and maybe a little too maliciously.
"Yeah. I guess. Sorry about taking that parking spot. I guess that was a
little rude of me." Theodore apologized, pulling a handkerchief from his back
pocket.
"Looks like somebody else made you pay for it." Melinda smiled and scampered
off, eager to meet up with Abby and Zoe.
The three women exchanged hugs and hurried off to the bar. The annual
Valentine's Day social was about to start for the singles club of Saginaw
County. Each year couples are matched up and sent on a date, all financed by
the ticket sales to the popular event. The social had grown to such
proportions that a ballroom at a local hotel was reserved for the occasion,
having outgrown the
fellowship hall at the local Methodist church. The girls decided to try their
luck this year. The club had a fine reputation for marrying off blind-date
couples. Abby, Melinda and Zoe were tired of their biological alarm going off.
The girls took a table near the podium and refreshment table. Their eyes
looked over the men in the room, wondering just which one they will be paired
with. Melinda's eyes fell on the man still trying to blot water from his pants
with heart shaped napkins. "What a doofus." Melinda mumbled, hoping she
didn't end up with him. Abby and Zoe were pointing to a group of young
bachelors. They in turn lifted their glasses to the girls, winking and
smiling. Abby simpered.
Zoe giggled. Melinda smiled and lifted her glass before taking a generous sip
of the spiked punch.
Melinda felt radiant today, despite the dreary weather. She wore her favorite
pink cashmere sweater and taupe suede skirt. Her dark hair tumbled to
mid-back, a style she refused to change, despite the pleas of her well-meaning
mother.
The room grew quiet as the president of the Saginaw County Singles Club began
the social. The secretary of the club, Trudy Anderson, herself engaged after
last year's social, brought the heavy-looking crystal punch bowl to the podium.
Pink, red and white winked through the cut glass, promising many good things
to the crowd. One of those cards could possibly have the match of her dreams.
How many couples would actually form a lasting union after tonight's events?
"G's! There at the G's, Melinda!" Abby said, squeezing her friend's arm. The
president looked up when he said Melinda's name, smiling with a nod to
acknowledge her presence. Many eyes turned to Melinda when her name was
called. She felt her cheeks flush.
"Melinda Goodwin....your date will be...." President Michaels swirled his hand
around in the punch bowl and pulled out a card. He broke the seal and
read..."Theodore Thomas." Just then Melinda scanned the room and saw the
puddle-splattered stranger from earlier stand up, waving in Melinda's
direction. Melinda plastered a fake smile on her face, muttering under her
breath. "Great. Just great."
She had to get this over with. Just one date couldn't be all that bad. The
day was somewhat young and the skies had actually cleared up. Maybe that was a
good sign. She approached Theodore and held out her hand. "Well, Mr. Thomas,
we meet again."
He smiled back at her. His eyes were hazel, she noticed. "I'm sorry, and I
will make it up to you. By the way, just call me Tad. That's what all my
friends call me. We can at least be friends?"
The last comment sounded like a question and Melinda wasn't the sort to hold
grudges. She laughingly took his hand.
Tad had the hands of a man who knew manual labor. She shivered at the rough
calluses grazing over her soft palm. Melinda was tall yet he stood at least a
foot taller. The denim shirt he wore was open at the neck, a crisp sprinkling
of dark hair peeking from the V. His light brown hair needed a trim in
Melinda's opinion, but somehow the wavy curls against his collar appealed to
her.
"Yes, Tad, I don't see why not. That is, unless, you had something dull in
mind to do today? I hope you're not the boring type?" Melinda's soft green
eyes settled briefly on the tiny earring in his ear. It gave her another nice
shiver.
***
One winked at Two. "Nice touch. The earring I mean." One nodded. "She likes
a little touch of the bad-boy look. Can't say that I blame her." One mumbled
under her breath.
Two glanced over at One. "What was that?"
One smiled.
"Yeah, well, just wait and see what else the guy has up his sleeve."
"I can't wait. " One replied, lifting a glass of champagne in a toast.
"Hey, I thought you said no drinking on the job?"
"I'm paying attention." One smiled prettily at Two.
***
Melinda and Tad spent the next hour talking over a plate of oysters on the half
shell and Bloody Mary's. "How uncanny that we have the same strange taste in
alcohol." Melinda mentioned, swirling her celery stick in the grainy red
liquid. "But I bet, no, nevermind..." Melinda trailed off.
"What?" Asked Tad, leaning closer to her.
"Well. I don't know. You might think this is silly of me." Melinda tongued
the celery stick, some of her inhibitions slipping away with the downslide of
alcohol.
"I doubt it. C'mon, tell me." Tad leaned closer. Melinda inhaled a bit more
of his cologne, an intoxication of another kind.
"There's a carnival in town. They have a Ferris wheel, two of them actually.
And a few other rides, fast rides. Do you like fast rides, Mr. Thomas?"
Melinda asked in a very teasing tone.
"I love fast rides, Ms. Goodwin." Tad smiled, mischief in his eyes, and
touched the tip of her nose with his warm index finger.
"Well then, Mr. Thomas, put your money where your mouth is." Melinda stood,
sliding another fat oyster down her throat and handing the last one to Tad.
Tad gulped the oyster down and watched the nicely curved backside of Melinda
Goodwin sashay to the exit. He followed after like a starved puppy.
Tad caught up with Melinda as she was sliding the thin leather strap of her
purse over her shoulder. "Are you coming?" Melinda asked, a salacious grin
curving her lips, a perk to her slender dark brow.
Tad nearly choked but took it all in with a dash of boyish cutey-pie charm.
"I'm right behind you."
They both left for the parking lot. Tad lightly gripped Melinda's elbow,
guiding her to his coveted parking place. Melinda delicately stepped over a
large puddle, smiling down at the ray of sunshine. She stopped suddenly and
gasped. "Did you see tha--nevermind."
Tad looked down at the puddle. If only the sun were shining at a different
angle he may have gotten a better look at those lovely legs beneath the
expensive looking skirt, perhaps a bit higher. Somehow he didn't think that
was what she was referring to. "What?"
"Nothing. Perhaps three Bloody Mary's should be my limit. I could have sworn
I saw...I don't know..."
"Tell me?"
"...well, cupid."
They both started laughing hysterically as Tad fiddled with the lock on the
passenger side of his truck.
***
Two snatched One back from the opening. "Shi-it, we almost got busted." He
wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his pudgy hand.
One was trying to catch her breath and find the arrow she dropped. "Why did
you do that!? Pull me back? I almost had them. One shot and that would have
been it. They would have eloped tonight."
"C'mon, give the kids a chance to have a little fun. Don't you remember what
that's like?" Two's baby blue eyes met One's. For a moment something was
there, something soft and promising. Then it was gone.
One bit her lip. "I lost an arrow. I only have one more. If I don't get a
shot in..." She let her words trail off.
Two patted her dimpled knee. "Don't worry. I don't think we need to worry
about these kids too much more. Seems like they're hitting it off.
Just...don't worry sweetheart." Two's hand stayed on One's knee, not sure if
he was comforting her or irritating her. Of course he knew what would happen
if she wasted her very last arrow.
One nodded and turned back to their opening and watch Tad and Melinda drive
off, a lone gold filigree arrow rocking gently in the bed of Tad's black F150.
***
"No more, I swear I cannot eat another bite of that funnel cake!" Melinda
giggled, leaning into Tad, wiping powdered sugar from his cheek. He smiled
down at her, another genuine smile, complete with crinkles at the corner of his
beautiful hazel eyes. "Hey look!" Melinda pointed. "The line to the Ferris
Wheel is short. C'mon!" Melinda grabbed Tad's hand and pulled him along. He
didn't mind. He had this funny feeling that he would follow her wherever she
went.
They settled into the cotton candy pink seat of the Ferris Wheel and cuddled
close. The air was cool and crisp with the afternoons cold front. Tad
snuggled Melinda into the crook of his arm. Together they stayed warm. He
kissed the top of her head. He just did it. Spontaneously. It was the normal
thing to do. Melinda responded by laying a hand on his chest. They both
sighed
and watched the afternoon melt away into a midnight blue evening.
"Tell me, Melinda. What else do you do besides make loans at State Street
Bank?" Tad asked.
"I read, jog, and keep my Cocker Spaniel, George, company. I have a few other
hobbies that are slightly unconventional. I love painting, wallpapering,
antique-shopping, finding the right touch for a room. Something you're
probably not too interested in."
"You wouldn't by any chance know anything about wood-burning stoves?" Tad
asked. "I'm renovating this old house on Ave C. It's a great house. I was
going to turn around and sell it, like I've done with a few of the others I've
bought in the past. There's something about this house, though. Can't put my
finger on it. Just a feeling."
"I thought you owned Thomas Hardware?"
"Well, that's a family business. Unfortunately with the new Home Expo coming
up on the highway, I doubt our small operation will be able to stay in the
black much longer. I had to have something to fall back on."
Melinda nodded. "Hmmm. I seem to remember an old Victorian for sale on Ave C.
It was on the market for a long time, if I remember correctly."
"That's the one. Needed rewiring. Needed a lot of things. Could have been a
money pit, I've been lucky with it."
Melinda pointed at a wayward seagull swooping past their seat. Both of them
followed the flight of the gull before it disappeared behind the billboard
touting the political successes of Clancy Arendondo for Judge, precinct Three.
"Greenbriar Gables."
"Excuse me?"
"Greenbriar Gables. That's the name of the old Victorian." Melinda said. "At
least it was back in the 1870's."
"What else can you tell me? I would love to learn about the place. It has
such a personality." Tad smiled.
Melinda looked up at Tad, straightening as their seat reached the bottom and
the attendant unlatched the safety bar. "Tell you what, Tad. Show me this
house and I will tell you more."
Tad took her hand, this time being the one leading her. "Deal."
***
Two leaned his chin on his hand. "Nice touch, One. Did you slip her that
info?"
"No. I think it's going well, though." One smiled.
***
Tad unlocked the door and pulled Melinda into the back room of the old house.
Melinda's attention was focused on the gingerbread trim on the back porch.
"Beautiful." She breathed. True to it's name the old Greenbriar Gables had a
multi-gabled roof, worn and in badly need of repair after so many years of
neglect. The crowning touch was the rounded tower-like room on the second
floor. The windows were newly replaced, an oval stained glass window accented
the
southern exposure of the large room. Another bank of windows overlooked an old
rose garden in the back portion of the yard.
Tad nodded. "Careful. This house is a work-in-progress. Watch where you
step." He guided her past tarp-covered floors, piles of sheetrock, wallpaper
books and paint cans.
"Would you like a glass of wine? I wish I could make you a Bloody Mary but I'm
not very prepared."
"Wine would be great." Melinda stepped through the tall doorway into a dining
room. Through the dim light she could see the dining room poured into a large
great room with a fireplace. The ceiling of the dining room was stained from
years of water leaks but the old plaster medallion remained around the broken
chandelier. "You have your work cut out for you. You've done a great job so
far. Do I get a complete tour?"
Tad handed her a glass of merlot. "C'mon." He took her hand and led her on
the first tour he's given to his new home.
After fascinating over so many nooks and crannies, rooms off of rooms off of
rooms, Melinda turned and pointed up the stairs. "What's the round room? May
I see it?"
She pushed past Tad, reaching for his hand as she continued up the massive
staircase. She stopped at the threshold to the unfinished room. Piles of books
and boxes of clothing sat on the floor. A lone mattress lay in the center of
the floor, neatly made with an old quilt and several pillows, a telephone
pulled to the edge of the bed. "Ah, the master's private chambers. Good
choice of rooms." Melinda entered the room, amazed at the view and size of it.
She peeked into
a few of the doors off of the large room, noting closets, an unfinished study
and a huge master bath. The stained-glass window she noticed earlier was the
centerpiece of the bath, centered above a sunken garden tub. "You have good
taste, Tad."
"Thank you, Melinda." They paused, looking at each other over the makeshift
bed, both trying to ignore the obvious. Melinda sipped her wine, feeling a
little uncomfortable. She turned to look at the overgrown rose garden. "You
know, old tea roses can grow in the oddest places, still beautiful and blooming
with even the worst neglect. It's amazing." She could feel Tad's breath on
the back of her neck as he stepped up behind her. "Mmmhmmm." Tad ran his hand
over her wavy hair, pulling it away from her neck. She sighed quietly when his
lips kissed the back of her neck. Eyes closed, she turned into him, ready.
"I don't do this, I mean---"
"Shhhhh." He said, placing a finger on her lips before replacing them with his
hungry mouth. He was slow and tentative at first, but once she opened to him,
their passion flared and the kisses were more desperate and wanting.
She lay beneath him on the worn quilt, naked and pale. He stroked a finger
over a dark-tipped breast, dipping his head to follow with a brush of his
tongue. Melinda's fingers swept through his course hair. She would have
pulled him closer, if that were possible. His tonguing of her erect nipples
turned into kisses, suckles and kneading. She arched her naked hips against
his, ready to take all of him in. He looked down at her, gifting a kiss so
soft to each finger before she leaned up on elbows and wrapped each finger
around his thick hardness. Her long legs wrapped around his velvet ribs, heels
urging him forward. "Now, Tad. Just now. We have time to take it slow
another day."
Tad eased into Melinda's sugary warmth, slowly at first and then when her
undulations against his shaft was beginning to be too much, he plunged in to
the hilt, breathing into her neck as she arched towards him, "So much time..."
***
One watched the coupling with flushed excitement. Quickly she knocked her very
last gilded arrow and pulled back. Two placed a hand on her back as she leaned
forward, decreasing the slack.
"Now." Two said.
One let the arrow fly, holding her breath.
***
Tad felt the pressure increasing with each thrust, it wouldn't be long.
Melinda opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Now." She cried out. Tad
buried himself deeper still, feeling with absolute joy and relief as his semen
spurted deep insider her womb. He felt her vaginal walls gripping him with a
pulse a little slower than his own. Melinda moaned louder, digging her nails
into his back. They held tight to each other as the first wave of orgasm
washed over them. Their bodies were sticky with sweat. Hot, hard and soft,
all at once. Their hearts beat together, the
pulse between their joining in sync with their breathing. All was in rhythm.
A tingly warmth started deep within, spreading and enveloping both of them as
their lips met. They looked at each other and didn't need to speak. They
knew.
Tad pulled the quilt over both of them, snuggling Melinda's back into his
chest. He stroked sweaty hair from her cheek, gently kissing her. Their
breathing had slowed to a relaxed beat. No words, just quiet resolution swept
over them as they drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
***
"Gotta hand it to ya, One. You're one good shot." Two said.
"I couldn't have done it without you, Two."
"Nah." Two dismissed her with a smile.
***
Melinda woke to the streams of sun lighting the room. Her eyes focused on the
wall in front of her as she lay on her side. She blinked. She sighed. Tad's
lips were kissing the dip in her waist, the dip before the curve of her hip
started. How did he know that was a hot spot for her? She smiled and turned
over.
"Good morning." Tad said. A fragrant tea rose was clutched in one hand. His
eyes never left hers as he lifted it to his lips. He blew the petals, his
breath causing the petals to open to him. A burst of raspberry-lemon scent
filled their space. He continued to blow the petals with each slow breath, his
eyes locked on hers. She imagined those lips, those lips were making her
blossom and
open to him. He stroked her breast with the rose, each stroke agonizingly
slower as he traveled lower. She moaned, opening her legs to him. He stroked
her musky wetness with the soft rose petals, urging a groan from her
passion-swollen lips.
"Now?" He asked.
"Oh, yes."
They made love, had sex and fucked for the next three hours. They fit together
perfectly and found more and more to enjoy about each other. They stared at
the ceiling, spent and spread out on the floor of his room.
"Oh! I need to show you something." Tad pushed to his feet. She watched his
tight ass as he walked from the room. He returned a few moments later holding
something out for her.
"What's that?" She asked.
Tad shrugged. "An arrow. I found it in the bed of the truck. It's unusual."
Melinda sat up and took it from him, turning it in her hand. "It's beautiful.
Where do you think it came from?" She ran her fingers over the fine filigree
and detailed craftsmanship.
"I have no idea."
"You see that wall, the wall that is lit by the early morning sun?" Melinda
pointed.
"Yes."
"Perfect touch for this room, right there on that wall, where the sun can play
over it." Melinda smiled.
***
"Have I ever told you how soft your wings are?" Two asked.
"No." One replied coyly.
"C'mon, I'll buy you a drink." Two took her hand.
***
"Valentine's Day. The best day of the year." A breeze wafted through the
manicured rose garden, stirring memories and scents of many varieties.
"Why is that, Grandma?"
The old woman looked down at the little girl, tucking a strand of long light
brown hair behind her ear. "Well, it's the day I met, Grandpa. It's the day
we married. And, it's the day your mother was born. Not in the same year, of
course. We've just always been blessed with the best Valentine's Days."
"That's my favorite one." The little girl said, taking the pink tea rose from
her grandmother.
"Mine, too darling. C'mon, let's go see what Grandpa is up to."
They followed the path back up to the porch, passing the old fountain with the
pair of cherubs. Melinda paused and glanced at the gurgling fountain. She
could almost swear she heard laughter.
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