Carmen spent the next two weeks reading expensive art books and wandering around local art galleries and museums. She had not heard from Harry since they met at his show. This did not bother her, or so she told herself. She was so sure that they had shared a connection that night, so this gap of silence sent Carmen into an anxious frenzy of self-doubt. Was she immersing herself in a world simply to appease a man who had seemingly no interest in her? But then, as she wandered aimlessly around the massive modern art gallery, she realized that she felt inspired by the rich cultural history surrounding her.
Lost in her own thoughts, Carmen drifted from one painting to another, taking in the rich colours and textures. In her own world, Carmen accidentally pumped into a man standing in front of a painting, who, as she realized in shock, was Harry.
Midway through Carmen blurting out “Excuse me, I didn’t see you there,” Harry turned around and looked at her with a sly grin. He was tall and well built, and looked sharp dressed in a patterned shirt and dark blazer. He wore glasses, and his hair was slicked back, exposing his handsome face.
“Hello, Carmen,” he said, turning back to face the painting. “I really like this one, it’s probably my favorite painting in this whole place.” Carmen turned and looked.
It was indeed beautiful, and quite powerful. “I didn’t notice it the first time through,” Carmen commented, “Why do you like this one in particular?” Carmen had déjà vu, flashing back to the night they had first met. They had shared a dynamite kiss that night, and Carmen had expected Harry to call her at some point. But he hadn’t. She wasn’t exactly upset, things like that happen all the time. Actually, she felt butterflies in her stomach instead of frustration.
“What are you up to right now? Want to take a walk around the neighborhood” asked Harry. Carmen had already spent 3 hours in the museum, so she accepted, and they left.
After leaving the museum, Carmen and Harry walked up the street, talking for quite some time about their lives, about their pasts and about their futures. “Well, what are you up to now?” asked Harry.
“I don’t know, no plans. Was just gonna go home I guess.”
“Do you want to come see my studio? It’s just around the corner.”
“Yea sure,” replied Carmen, and so they set off towards Harry’s. Harry’s building was old and beautiful, having been maintained properly through the decades. Harry’s studio was huge, a big open loft sparingly decorated and furnished. Their lay canvases and pain everywhere. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.”
Carmen marveled at the hundreds of paintings and sculptures lying around everywhere, many visibly half-finished or given up on. She followed Harry into the kitchen, where he pulled a half-drank bottle of wine out of the fridge. “Want a glass? It’s good stuff, I promise.” Carmen accepted and they drank back their first glasses in silence.
As Harry poured Carmen a second glass he said, “Carmen, I’m sorry I didn’t get in contact with you. I got caught up trying to figure out this sculpture. I hope you won’t hold too much of a grudge against me about it…” Carmen really didn’t, so she said “Naw, it’s ok.” Harry drank back his second glass of wine and smiled warmly at Carmen. She smiled back at him.
Carmen felt happy and comfortable. She walked over to Harry and took his hands. “Well…to be honest, I wasn’t upset. I was just hoping you would call me, that’s all.” Carmen looked up into Harry’s eyes and he looked down at her. Their faces moved closer together with their eyes locked, and they kissed. At first tenderly, but then more roughly, and Carmen pushed Harry against the kitchen counter, their lips together.
“Let’s get out of the kitchen,” said Harry.
He led her through the huge loft and into his bedroom, which was also decorated sparely. The bright sunlight shone through huge bay windows looking down over the city and onto the busy street below. Carmen walked over and looked out, watching a train speed down the elevated track in the distance. When she turned back, Harry was sitting on his bed, looking at her.
“You look really nice shining in the sunlight,” he said, earnestly.
Carmen was flattered by Harry’s remark. She walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. He turned to her and they started kissing again. Harry took off Carmen’s shirt and started kissing her neck and chest. Carmen took off Harry’s shirt in turn. Harry lay Carmen down on the bed and climbed on top of her. They continued to kiss passionately, and Harry unbuttoned Carmen’s pants and put his hand in the front of her underwear. Carmen loved the feeling of his strong hands touching her, and Harry touched her with the confidence of someone who worked with his hands. With his other arm he held Carmen close to his body, and her back arched in pleasure as she rested tightly against his chest.
Carmen reached down and touched him through his pants and he became hard almost immediately, and the sexual tension coursed between them as they stayed pressed hard against one another. He continued to touch her and when Harry slid his fingers inside of her Carmen twisted around in eager passion, gasping lightly in a surprised ectsasy. She panted heavily as he moved his fingers in and out of her more quickly, using his thumb to massage her clitoris lightly. Meanwhile Carmen had removed Harry’s cock from his pants and fondled it slowly, moving her hand up and down the hard shaft and resting it on the tip.
Their passion could not be bridled any further, and so Harry climbed on top of Carmen and slowly entered inside of her, the warmth and girth of his penis sending Carmen into a mild frenzy of pleasure, making her cry out more loudly than she had perhaps intended. The sun bathed them through the big windows and warmed their bodies. Carmen glimpsed out the windows while her body vibrated with happiness and pleasure and she noticed a flock of birds zooming through the sky. Their freedom as they passed through the full blue sky inspired her and she remembered that, she too, was free. The thought left just as quickly as it came. but Carmen still felt as though she were dreaming, pangs of pleasure buzzing through her body in rap succession as Harry started to move more vigorously into her.
And then she came, sweat beading lightly down both of their skin, and she bit her lip slightly too hard but the pain disappeared almost instantaneously as a curtain of orgasmic pleasure made her twist and contort under the comforting weight of Harry’s body. When Harry finished, gasping loudly, he rolled off of her and they lay together in his bed, smoking, the sun shining as angelic and pure as it always had.
The next Tuesday, Carmen went back to the modern art gallery. She wandered around again, then stopped and stood in front of a painting, examining it closely. She felt someone walk up and stand beside her, and when she turned to look, she saw that it was Harry. He looked at her and smiled.
“Want to go across the street and get a cup of coffee?” he asked, and before Carmen knew it, she was walking down the busy sidewalk, holding Harry’s hand on the way to his loft.