Literotic asexstories – Together Ssn 08 Ch. 01 – Over the Hills by Dadbodboi,Dadbodboi
Mia Milosevic, 21, has brought her girlfriend, Carrie Harper, 20, out to her holiday villa in the Latin Hills; seated in the lap of beauty with rolling green hills and other villas, farmsteads, and vineyards dotted around, with the city distantly sprawled out on the horizon of the coastline of the Mediterranean Sea. The weather is pleasantly warm like a close embrace, with a gentle breeze lightly licking.
Mia enjoys the company of her girlfriend, getting hot and sweaty with her as they roll around the furniture in every room, out on a balcony, and pretty much anywhere other than their bed. She shares in childish giggling and chuckling with her love, unburdened as she is by her duties as a mother, and her duties at work. Freedom to do as she pleases is a rare privilege she intends to fully take advantage of.
A knock on the front door disturbs the couple, and Carrie catches her breath to ask, “Expecting anyone, hah, ah, mmm…”
Mia gets up, fixing her attire as she heads into the hall, calling back with a shake of her head, “No. We’re supposed to be alone.” Opening the door, she’s met by the stylish appearance of a middle-aged woman, standing tall in stature with an air of authority, with her attire matching her attitude wearing a stiff pout on her face, shoulders garlanded in flowing silk. Courteously, Mia asks, “Yes?”
The woman shoves Mia aside with a curt flick of her wrist, announcing, “This place has seen better days, what with the rabble around,” casting her shaded eyes up and down the plump figure, asserting, “I wonder what he ever saw in you. Charity case, was it? Are you dying, and this was make-a-wish? He beat you to the punch there.”
Mia takes offense to the woman’s tone, but takes it in her stride as she recognises her, “Marjorie Coren. You were Cliff’s first wife after losing Eleanor.”
Marjorie mockingly applauds, “Bravo, bravo… Wonderful… Absolutely astonishing…”
Carrie comes to see what is happening, seeing the strange woman, enquiring, “Oh, who are you?”
Mia informs her girlfriend, “Cliff’s second wife, Marjorie Coren. She’s something of a celebrity.”
Carrie searches her mind, trying to recall, “No… Never heard of her… Not ringing any bells…”
Unimpressed, Marjorie spits, “Actually, I am well-known and respected in the music industry. That’s how Cliff and I met, working with him and Risq long before you were born.”
Carrie shrugs, “I still don’t know… I still don’t care… Why are you here?”
Marjorie answers, “I’m here to talk with this one; Mia, was it? The bitch who inherited it all from my beloved husband.”
Carrie comes up to her girlfriend, giving her a hug and a kiss, telling her, “I’ll give you some time to be alone then. Sounds important. I’ll go for a quick run, and soak up the sun a little, then, I’m coming back to finish what we started,” chuckling as she pecks a final kiss on the chubby cheek.
Mia smiles into her girlfriend’s eyes, watching her leave as she calls after her, “Okay. Don’t be gone too long,” letting her go as she is left alone with her former lover’s ex-wife. She invites her, “Let’s sit down.”
Settling down in the lounge, Marjorie looks around, sighing, “It’s exactly the same. Feels like yesterday that I would be here with Cliff, Clifton and Brooke running around when they were little, being a nuisance, but filling this place with such joy, and life. It makes me miss him even more.”
Mia feels disheartened, listening to Marjorie’s recollection, saying, “It must be difficult.”
Marjorie snarls, “Difficult? I’ll tell you what is difficult; making a life with the love of your life, and watching some child take away everything you helped build, leaving you with nothing. How do you think that makes me feel? Difficult… doesn’t begin to describe it…”
Mia plainly states, “It was his wish, not mine. I don’t know what to say. He thought of me like Eleanor.”
Marjorie scoffs unbelievingly, “Eleanor? Eleanor? Eleanor! Are you freaking having a laugh?”
Mia sits politely, with no hint of humour at all as she looks on Marjorie, replying, “I’m serious. All he wanted was to be with her again, and I gave him that.”
Marjorie looks on the verge of tears, defeated, mopping her eyes with a tissue, as she says, “Well, that certainly puts things into perspective. He always did love her, but he moved on with me; that is, until his depression hit. It was what it was. It wasn’t anyone’s fault; it’s not like I cheated on him, and he didn’t cheat on me, but, one day, he just left; no word, no warning, just up and gone. He sent divorce papers, and got his lawyer to get me to sign them. I did, but I still loved him. I signed because I still loved him. Anything I could do to make him feel better.
“I thought one day he might come back, when he was feeling better. I always held out that he would return to me at some point. The kids were getting older, and we always had what we needed, but we wanted him to come home. Imagine my shock when I found out in the news that he got married to someone else. I was pissed. I hated her. I hated how he could just remarry so easily. I got over hating the wives, because it wasn’t our faults. He was the one who kept moving on, leaving us behind. We all stay in touch, but it’s not always pretty. It’s never long until a fight breaks out, especially with the kids, hah.
“I suppose he never got over Eleanor. How could you, when someone you love… Yeah… I understand it… I don’t like it, but I understand it. I really thought he moved on with me; that we were happy. I was never like Eleanor. I suppose that helped at the time for him with his grief; being the furthest from. I knew her. I know what she was like, and, I really don’t see it in you.”
Mia nods in agreement, “That’s what I thought, but you should have seen the way he looked at me, and how he was with me. His final word to me was, ‘Eleanor,’ like, he didn’t know where he was, or who I was. He looked so happy, then he was gone.”
Marjorie’s eyes misten as she hisses, “You’re really nothing like her. What’s worse is you were left everything, while the rest of us got sweet fuck all. We really mean so little that he would give it all to a child.”
Mia bluntly defends herself, “I’m a grown woman.”
Marjorie almost laughs at the young woman, “You’re really not. You don’t know you’re fucking born.”
Mia mentions, “I’m a mother. I’m responsible for someone else’s wellbeing above my own, and I work hard for her.”
Marjorie sucks in her cheeks as she asks, “Is it his?”
Mia explains, “No. From before I met him. I don’t know who the father is, and no-one who it might be is around any more. I really had to get by for two of us with nothing. My work is where I met Cliff, and he knew what I was going through, and respected it. He believed in me when I hardly had the energy to believe in myself. What he left me is great, it really is; it’s wonderful, but I still work hard, and I know he would love that. I give everything I am for my daughter, and it makes it easier knowing he’d be right beside me, smiling like a lunatic.”
Marjorie stifles brewing bitterness, seething, “Good for you.”
Mia matter-of-factly says, “You can be mad all you want. You can hate me all you want. It’s his wish, and we all have to accept that.”
Marjorie snaps, “Easy for you to say, when you have it all.”
Calmly, Mia points out, “Look at you: high-fashion, expensive jewellery, limousine chauffeur, probably in a luxury mansion in a celebrity neighbourhood in a place where the sun always shines. You have it all already.”
Marjorie meanly asserts, “So, you’re still taking charity.”
Mia shrugs, “He wanted to make sure I was looked after, and knew all of you were doing well enough as it is. If he was still here, he’d be sharing this with me anyway, and you wouldn’t know I exist.”
Marjorie scoffs, feeling as if she is fighting a losing battle, sinking her posture as she listens to reason, “I guess… I guess I was never going to get my happy ending with him…”
Mia recalls, “One time, he told me, ‘When this is all over, I’m going to take you to meet Marjorie. She’s a fiercely strong woman, who takes no shit, much like that boss of yours. I’ve put it off for far too long, and this is the perfect time. Just, get this gig out of the way, and we’re free to go,'” choking back tears as she says, “He was thinking about you. There was so much he wanted to do, but he never got the chance to do any of it. When the will was read out, I thought I might tell you, but you were all bickering and fighting, and I wanted none of it.”
Marjorie looks gobsmacked, hurt, and convulsing with a flood of emotions falling from her eyes, bawling, “You… He… Huh,” mopping her eyes with her tissues, and taking a breath, asking, “That really happened?”
Mia plainly says, “That was supposed to happen, yeah. He still thought about you, clearly. He must’ve loved you. He said a few times how he fucked up things with his wives and his children, never meeting his grandchildren, and just left you all to live your lives. He really must’ve thought you would be better of without him, but I think he regretted doing that. I think he was really going to try and make things work.”
Marjorie sits with her grief, stewing in her emotions, feeling so raw and exposed, shaking as she breathes, “You’re just saying that.”
Mia states, “Believe what you want.”
Marjorie sees the sincerity in the young woman, settling down again, “I guess you think I’m a right bitch.”
Mia shrugs, “I think I get it; why you would be like that with me. I’m not surprised, and I’m not angry or anything. You have every right to be.”
Marjorie forces a laugh, “Hah, well, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Rather, trying to stick it up your arse, or put it in my mouth. I’ve rather fucked this up, haven’t I?”
Mia casually says, “I really don’t care. I just don’t want a fight with you. It’s not what he would want. Way I see it is, we can go our separate ways.”
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