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My baby don't stand no cheating, she don't stand none of that midnight creeping. My Babe, I know she loves me, my babe.
Little Walter.

"Hey, Ray. Was Erica here today?"

I awoke in a panic, to the same eternal dark of my sleep.

Am I dead? What a great way to go...

Nick flicked on the dining room lamp, bringing me back to the world of the living.

I'm alive. I need to tell Erica something...

"Nick! Uh, what? Yeah, Erica. She left a few hours ago."

He laughed, "Oh good, because if that was your perfume I smell..."

Still naked and dazed, I threw on my formal raincoat, then joined Nick in our music room.

He pointed at me, "If you dress like that when you pick up your girlfriend from school, someone's going to call the cops!"

I looked in the mirror above the cabinets, where a caricature of a flasher stared back at me. "Don't be hating, Nick. Not everyone can pull off this look."

He tossed me a beer. "Soooo. Erica. What happened?"

Occasionally, I became so overwhelmed by romantic feelings, that I could only stammer, and twist my lips around.

"Uhh, bbbb, dududuh, limmrrreee, huh!"

Nick knew that quirk of mine, as he had often mocked it when we saw a woman he liked. "You fucked her!"

I managed to squeak out, "Ohhh yes. I certainly did. Nick, that girl. She's incredible. I... love her."

"You cretin! It's about time. Did you tell her?"

"Uhh..."

"No, of course you didn't. Did she tell you?"

I scratched my head. The unruly hair accentuated my pervert chic. "Well, she might have. I don't really know..."

"Here we go again. You're going to blow it with her, aren't you?"

I drained my beer, then stared at my feet. "I hope not, but... "

The thought faded out, as I strapped on my guitar and looked in the mirror.

I should perform while only wearing this raincoat...

"Hey Nick, I made up some Erica lyrics for 'My Babe.' Check it out... 'My baby, she don't play my guitar, but you ought to see how great her tits are..."

Nick laughed, "You're going to sing that to her? How about this? 'My baby, don't stand no cheating. She thinks that, I'm a cretin!"

***************

"Ray, where do you take your little teeny bopper on dates?"

Fuck you Vivian. You should know better than to talk shit about my girlfriends. Maybe I'll have Erica kick your ass this time...

I cleared the black widow spider from the rooftop circuit breaker box with a broom, then turned off power to the vent fan. Hoping it was just a loose wire, I opened the maintenance panel and peered inside.

  Vivian made herself useless, by shining the flashlight in my eyes.
Seeing something suspicious, I took the Maglite from her. "I haven't actually taken Erica anywhere. She's just come by my house a few times.
Hmm. I see the problem, but I don't know if I can reach the connector."

Vivian scowled. "Erica said you could fix anything. Do I have to call in the repair?"

I stretched my monkey arm into the small area, and restored the connection. "No, I got it. Hit the breaker."

The fan started right up. After closing the panel, I headed for the roof ladder, but Vivian pointed, "I've never been up here. What a view. Hey, look at the pretty rose garden on that hill!"

I should fuck Erica up here, while we look at the flowers...

She cleared her throat. "You really don't take Erica anywhere? I would think you'd want to show her off."

Vivian had a point. Treating women as arm-candy wasn't really my style, but Erica truly looked the part, and might appreciate me being proud of her beauty. An ideal showcase for Erica's youthful charms immediately came to mind.

My city periodically held a carnival in a nearby park, with rides and booths set up for a few days. The crowded festival would be a perfect place to display my shiny new trophy. I could even bring the Thunderbird, so everyone on the road could see me with Erica.

What a fucking pathetic cliché I've become...

*************

Erica arrived for her late afternoon shift, and Vivian watched us intently, to see if we could be professional. Erica walked right up to me, lightly kissed my lips, then punched in and got to work. She did it so smoothly, that only Vivian noticed. My boss glared at me, but said nothing as I followed Erica into the dining room.

She does everything perfectly...

Erica turned and whispered, "I've missed you so much. Can we be alone before you leave?"

"Of course. I have a bunch of paperwork to do, but take a break at five, and we'll go to my car."

Erica could make even the most innocent actions an arousing sight, but her lascivious lip lick weakened my knees. To make it even worse, she groaned, "Mmmm."

She walked away with a lusty smile, and I realized what she expected to happen in my 1971 Ford station wagon. The anticipation tingled me all over, and I headed for the office, fully aware that every second of the next two hours would be filled with carnal thoughts of Erica.

I passed by glum Wendy in the kitchen. "Hi Wendy, good to see you. Do you want to talk?"

She gave me a sad look. "Maybe later, Ray. Are you going to be home tonight?"

"Sure."

"Good. I've been pretty down this week. I'll be there about ten, if that's ok."

A feeling of dread passed over me. "Wait. You can't. Wendy, I need to tell you something. Erica and I, we're... you know, together."

She shifted uncomfortably. "Oh. It finally happened. Well, good for you."

Her false smile made me wince. "Thank you. It was nicer than I... never mind. I'm sorry."

Wendy sighed. "Yeah, it's probably best I don't visit anymore. Erica doesn't handle competition well. I mean, I'm not really in your life that way, but she probably thinks we are still, you know..."

Wendy really is wonderful...

Relieved, I returned her fake smile with my own. "Thank you for understanding. You can call me when you get off."

Wendy's phone call late that night was the last time we spoke outside of work.

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"Raaaayyyyyy. Oh my God, fuck me! Harder! Uhhhhnnnn..."

Now, this is the Erica I expected...

She collapsed onto me as I laid across the wide rear bench seat. "Damn, Erica. That was so hot."

Erica smirked, "I'll tell you what was hot. You picking me up off the couch the other day like it was nothing, and then carrying me into your bedroom. I've never been so turned on, and it's why I came as soon as you went into me!"

Lifting Erica's one hundred-thirty pound body, had only seemed effortless due to the adrenaline. I had occasionally carried Rachel and Alice in a similar fashion, and was happy Erica also liked my caveman mode.

I lowered my hips to pull out, but she panted, "No, stay where you are."

Erica lovingly kissed me, contrasting with the bucking and clawing sex goddess who had just ridden me into a frenzy of ecstasy.

She likes raw quickies, too. My girlfriend is awesome...

"Erica, do you want to go to the carnival on Saturday?"

Even in the dark corner of the lot, her face glowed with a new joy. "Yes. Yes, yes, I'd love that. Thank you! I don't mind just coming over to your house to fuck, but was I worried that's all you wanted to do. Like, you would be embarrassed to be seen with me."

Is she for real?

"Erica, I'll always be proud of you."

She giggled and squirmed with delight. "I needed to hear that. Everyone said you would keep me a secret."

Our mixed essence leaked onto the seat, so she rolled off me. A wave of concern crossed Erica's face. "Ray, can I tell you something?"

"Uhh. Ok"

"I'm only on the pill to even out my periods. I don't want you to have the wrong idea. I've... only been with three other guys..."

That means five or six...

"...and the last one was before I started working here."

The distant parking lot light barely gave us any vision, but she still saw my raised eyebrow. "What about...

She blushed. "Samuel. Samuel and I... never did it. We tried a few times, but the second I touched him, he... you know... he spurted all over. I'm so happy you don't have that problem."

Oh man. Poor guy. But with Erica, I can see how that could happen to any man...

She laughed along with me, but then held my face. "You can't say anything. He's sooo embarrassed. I bet that's why Wendy dumped him, too."

Erica cleaned herself with the paper napkins she had brought, then pulled up her pants. "I better get back. I'll see you at ten on Saturday. How does my hair look?"

I smiled, "You look well fucked, Erica."

She gushed, "You do too! Goodnight, Ray."

A/N. Erica and I had frequent relations all over the restaurant, and enjoyed the view of the rose garden from the restaurant roof on a few occasions, and we even made midnight love under the flowery arbors in June.

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