A few hours later...

When I bumped into Cat later that same day, I thought we would work it out again. Those days when we kissed and snogged, those nights when she touched my body, put her fingers in me and fucked me hard. I thought, I wished that maybe we would get back together and relive those times forever even, but no...

She just walked away and left me be, alone and broken. I can't tell if it's my own fault, hers, or our to share, but I couldn't bear being alone again anymore, and having learnt that the closest relative of what's left of my family just passed away isn't exactly helping any better.

So I retraced my steps back to the morgue, pushed through the doors and ahead, I immediately found her again. The mysterious young woman behind the desk, still sitting there as if no time had passed at all and looking up at me. I recalled her brief admiration and even flirtatious compliment. Maybe she'll be the one for me; I wouldn't know unless I dared to find out for myself.

Swallowing a hint of pride, I walked towards her. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up to spot me and her face lit up upon seeing my return, she knew I would come back.

"I thought of something you could help me with..." I said to her.

She grinned at me as usual, eyeing at me with those sweet shadowy eyes of hers. I already knew she had a good idea of what I mean, I could easily tell with that smile of hers. She got up from her chair, and walked around the reception desk.

"And what is it you need help with exactly...?" she asked rhetorically with that cute Scottish accent.

"Should I tell you the answer..." I guessed and paused, wondering if either of us could read the other's mind. "...or is that something we both know already?"

A cute light giggle burst free from her unspoilt lips as she signalled me to follow her to a downward stairway, leading and lingering me on. Already I was feeling my heartbeats increase by the second, almost in sync with our reverbed footsteps down the stairs.

"So your name's Francesca?" She said, clearly remembering the name I wrote.

"Yeah, but everyone calls me Frankie, and you?" I asked, nearly forgetting my manners.

"Name's Carla, Carla Lilley."

"Carla, cute name..." I complemented with a pause. "...for an even cuter woman."

"Thanks."

A few seconds of awkwardness skimmed by as we walked to the bottom of the stairs. There we were greeted by a clean and sterile corridor with open rooms, such as one with closed steel shelved doors, where they no doubt stored their dead bodies.

"So tell me a bit about yourself," I asked her, hoping to strike up a conversation and some chemistry at least. "Does anyone else work here?"

"Mostly me by myself up in that desk, every so often, some folks come along to deliver and examine dead bodies, but that's usually it," she explained. "May be boring, but at least up there I mostly don't have to always put up with the smell of dead people."

"Ah okay," I nodded lightly, but damn was I still curious about this girl. "You married?"

"No."

"Any boyfriend...?" I paused, wondering which way she swung, or maybe both. "Or girlfriend?"

"Not since college."

"Which one?" I asked, but for a while she didn't give a vocal answer. Then I was reminded of another question I asked not too long ago. "How long have you been into women?"

"I don't think I said," Carla quickly responded with a nervous laugh.

Just seeing her laugh was more than enough to make my heart tremble like mad. My chance was right there, and I didn't want to miss it.

"You don't have to," the last thing I said before before I went for it.

I gave in, grabbed her face and brought our lips together. Oh god, if her lips weren't the smoothest things I ever felt, I don't know what is or will be. Before I could instantly regret it, I felt her hands return the favour and cup my cheeks.

"Wow..." Carla quickly said before she broke into a cute smile. "I guess I swing both ways."

"When was the last time you ever kissed anyone?" I paused. "In particular, girls."

"Long time ago..." she paused in between breaths. "If even at all."

The silence became so awkward that I could feel my heart beating faster by the second. She tasted so bloody good, and her tongue felt smooth against mine. Keeping our mouths close contact, I stripped off my heavy coat and jacket, down to my red vest, and chucked them down haphazardly. Then I assisted in taking Carla's suit off her and tossing it away, before I unbuttoned her shirt, unzipped her trousers and let my fingers slip in for the fun.

Wow, I could tell she was already getting wet and juicy, and so was I with the sweat on my forehead. I felt a subtle heat slowly building within her and me. She was starting to remind me of that English-American model back in New York, Ali Wadsworth. God I missed that cute girl, and I regretted leaving her so soon when I travelled back here to Scotland. I wished I took her with me to start a new life together.

I started slow and subtle, circling my fingers around her sweet folds like vultures and their prey. Soon, it slowly became a consistent rhythm. Then I went all the way and inserted in my entire fist. Her legs trembled like mad, and soon enough, if I kept going, her whole body would. We were already losing track of time, and yet neither of us cared one bit anyway. Her hips began to buck and buckle against me and her breathing grew more frenetic. This friction alone was enough to make our bodies heat up in the mild room air.

"Ah! Oh yeah! Oh God! Oh! Ah yeah! Go on! Ah!"

Her moans and gasps for air; all the sounds alone she was making were enough to turn me on further. She grasped onto my neck and lips managed to touch my right ear. I managed to glimpse at the pale dead body, still unmoving and unhinged, as if he were unaware and totally oblivious of what we were doing.

"I bet he thinks he's died and gone to heaven," I joked about the corpse.

Carla giggled breathlessly with me and I could tell her precious centre was already leaking and soaking. Every 'ah' that came out of her open mouth increased, pitch by pitch. Her moans grew higher and higher. "Ah yes! Ah yeah, ah yeah!"

She arched back even further. As soon as she reached her zenith, I felt her clit finally give way and erupt a bit of essence on my hand. I think she just came, definitely felt something down there. I let her catch her breath back for a while, then I pulled back my hand without further hesitation. There was a little bit of stickiness on my fingers. I picked up my jackets from the floor and hastily put them back on.

"You okay?" Carla asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I just gotta go."

"Well can I have your number?"

I was considering telling her that she wouldn't want it, but then I suddenly asked to myself, why wouldn't she? Why should I even tell her that? Cat already left me with my heart demolished, so breaking another heart wasn't going to change anything, nor would it make me feel any better. If I dumped this girl just like how Cat did me, I'd be no better. So I quickly rethought and decided my answer.

"Maybe..." I finally answered as I turned back and smiled at my new lover. "If you give me yours..."

To be continued...