Carla’s Coat (not explicit)

[Cherie]

Jerry sat up in bed and stretched. Carla smiled a thin smile and watched her boyfriend stand up and flash his naked arse. He was perfectly proportioned, a perfect gent, intelligent, funny and yet Carla couldn’t put her finger on why she wasn’t madly in love with the hunk that all the girls in college wanted to be with.

The Saturday morning market was bustling as usual, there was a life about it that Carla loved, and Jerry tolerated for her.
Suddenly a man appeared behind the couple, “Jerry? Is that you?”, they both turned, “it is! Well I’ll be damned”, said the stranger in an overly exuberant way. Soon he and Jerry were lost in reminiscences that Carla was no part of, and she drifted, unnoticed, into the crowded market.

A stall caught her attention. It sold all manner of rainwear, but it was not the provocatively hanging plastic macs or rails of heavy PVC raincoats that she was looking at. It was the girl sitting on the stool reading a book, with headphones over her head. Her bright copper hair hung down over a pale face and she smiled as she read, unable to prevent the emotions created by the author’s work from coming out into the real world through her expressions. It was a surprisingly sunny and hot morning for March, so the girl was not expecting any sales if she were honest with herself.

Carla must have been staring. She was becoming lost in the deep hazel eyes that complimented the girl’s red hair.
“Oi, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!”, Jerry exclaimed, “sorry if Simon and I were boring you, let’s go get a coffee”.
As so often was her life, Carla was whisked away and found herself in the queue at Costa with Jerry in front jabbering on about how he and Simon basically ruled the rugby team at school and… those eyes, how was it possible for someone to have such gorgeous eyes? There was something inside Carla yearning to go back to the rainwear stall, and she didn’t want to admit to herself exactly why. Doing so would ruin everything. Admitting it would mean she would have to cancel Greece. She would have to somehow tell Jerry; he was a top bloke and he didn’t deserve to be told THAT. Then there was her mum.

Carla found herself back at the stall. She didn’t remember slipping away from Jerry. She didn’t remember walking through the crowd. She only remembered the girl’s face and how it made her feel.

“Can I help you?”, fuck it the girl had a soft Scottish accent, Carla was lost forever.
She didn’t need a raincoat, but the chance to be with this girl was too much to resist. They chatted about life as she tried on just about every garment. The double-sided yellow and blue PVC three quarter length mac was gorgeous. The satin one was lovely too. At times Emma would try on a raincoat to demonstrate. They laughed and Carla experienced the first strong feeling of attraction to anyone she had ever had. Right at the back were long black latex coats that looked like something out of the Matrix. Carla thought they looked kinky and not right for her, but when Emma slipped one off the hanger and offered it to her, she was unable to resist. The rail of see-through plastic macs was fun, and they both ended up wearing them and joking, looking in the mirror, and Carla took a couple of photos.
The warm weather had cooled and there were a few dark clouds in the sky, so Carla kept the red plastic raincoat on as she tapped her card to pay. She was just summoning up the courage to ask Emma if she would like to go out for a drink sometime, when he came by. What the fuck she saw in him Carla had no idea, but the deep passionate kiss they shared was too much to bear, and Carla left without another word, screwing her face up to stop the world seeing her cry.

“Ew, what the fuck is that”, said Jerry, clearly not a fan of Carla’s new mac, “I though you had a very expensive Burberry trench coat at home, why would you get this ratty thing”, he flicked a finger on the collar of Carla’s coat in a derogatory way.
Carla remembered Emma in her green plastic raincoat, smiling, joking and saying how lovely Carla looked in the red one.
In that moment Carla knew Jerry was history, even though she didn’t have Emma, she folded her arms and felt safe in her new plastic raincoat just as the first drops of rain began to fall. Somewhere, out there, was the girl for her, and she probably owned a fun PVC raincoat too.

The End

[vp39]

Hey, I liked this story!

[niton]

Yes.Agreed. It felt realistic. A missed opportunity but a positive memory created and an epiphany of sorts for the main character.

[HeatherlovesPVC]

Yes.Agreed. It felt realistic. A missed opportunity but a positive memory created and an epiphany of sorts for the main character.

Quite agree, an epiphany of sorts for Carla, but what about Emma's obvious enjoyment of rainwear and the company of a similar minded girl??.
Does her boyfriend know of her passion for rainwear and does he share it??

Lots to ponder and think about.

Heather

[Cherie]

Sounds like people want to know a bit about Emma’s back-story… I’ll see what I can do.

Cherie x