Oppertunity Knocks
By Shotzette




"Opportunity Knocks"
By Shotzette
Rated NC-17

Don't panic! This is only a fanfic, and it's not intended to infringe upon anyone's copyrights or intellectual properties. This was written in fun, and hopefully will be read with the same mindset.



Laverne DeFazio pranced up the stairs as if her feet had wings. She rapped sharply on the oaken door in front of her and was greeted by a muffled, "Coming..."

The door opened to reveal Carmine Ragusa's surprised face. "Hey Laverne, what's up?" he asked as she waltzed past him and into his apartment.

Try as she might, Laverne couldn't keep the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin off of her face. "Oh, I just decided to drop by and say hello after dropping Shirley off at the bus station. Walter's back on a two day pass, and she's going to be at Camp Pendleton until tomorrow afternoon."

"Tomorrow? Really?"

Laverne opened her mouth for a smart ass retort, but suddenly found her lips engaged in a more rigorous activity. Carmine eventually broke their passionate kiss. "We've got all night?" he breathed, staring through her with his intently dark eyes. She nodded, as she wondered for the hundredth time, how they'd managed to keep their hands off of one another for any length of time. "I just called in and volunteered to work Saturday so I could have today off. Do you have anything going today?"

Carmine shook his head. "There's an upside to not being gainfully employed," he grinned. "I don't got nothing going until tomorrow night. I'm delivering a singing telegram at a dentists office. You should see me in my bicuspid costume."

"I'd rather see you in less," Laverne purred, as she rubbed up against his muscular frame.

"Yeah?" he replied, as his arms snaked around her, drawing even closer to him. "Since we have until tomorrow, I was figuring that I could take you out on a real date. Y'know, drinks, dinner, dancing. The whole nine yards. I just heard about a place in North Hollywood where no one we know will be there," he added hastily.

She grinned in response. "Thanks for understanding, Carmine. It would just be awful if this got back to Shirley before I told her myself."

"And that will be?"

Laverne sighed and pushed him away, the amorous mood chilling. "When Walter comes back. For good, I mean. Don't be that way," she pleaded as she heard him sigh loudly.

"I just don't like sneaking around. I'm in love you, Laverne. I want everyone to know that, and know that we're together."

"Don't you think that's what I want to? There's nothing that would make my Pop happier than if he knew that I was with a wonderful guy who treats me right, AND is Italian? He'll do cartwheels!"

"A guy who doesn't have a steady job and dated your best friend for ten years? I dunno, Laverne. I don't think he'll be as happy as you seem to think."

Laverne put her arms around Carmine soothingly. "My Pop adores you, you're practically the son he never had."

Carmine smirked. "He might not want to think about what I'm doing with my sister, then."

"Ewww..." Laverne smacked him in the arm before continuing. "I'm not worried about what our friend's will say. I just don't want to put them in the position we're in, with all the sneaking around. I don't want them to act all weird when they're around Shirley, like I'm afraid we do sometimes."

"And this whole little game is over when Walter's back for good, right?"

Laverne sighed. "Believe me, Carmine. I don't like this part of it either, but Shirley's real fragile right now. I know she puts up a good front, but it's taking it's toll on her. It ain't easy being in a new marriage, but it's a hundred times harder when you're husband's stationed far away and you're still living with your old roommate." She shook her head, sadly. "Walter's a great guy, and he calls her a lot and writes her letters, but it's still not the same as him actually being there. I just don't want to throw anything else at her right now. It wouldn't be right."

"Are you sure she's going to take it okay?"

"No. I'm hoping she will, but however it goes, it's going to be a little weird for a while. That's why I want to wait until Walter's back."

"Because it won't be weird then?

"Oh, no. It will still be weird. But Shirley will have someone to turn to."

"Shirley's got lots of friends, Laverne!"

She shook her head, slowly. "No, Carmine. She doesn't. Shirl's got a lot of acquaintances, but let's face it, you and I are the only one's she's really let get close to her. If she didn't feel comfortable with us, who could she turn to? Squiggy? Rhonda?"

"Good point," he replied grimly.

"Once Walter's back," Laverne said, as she put her arms around Carmine's neck, "I'll tell her. She'll have someone to turn to, and she won't feel all alone. Do you understand?"

Carmine smiled. "I understand. You're a good friend, Laverne. That's one of the things I love about you the most."

"Trust me," she said, as she cupped his chin in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Me telling Shirley about us is a when, not an if."

"I know," he groaned into her hair as he drew her close again, "it's just so hard..."

"Well," Laverne replied with a naughty smirk as he hands roamed downwards, "Hard's not always such a bad thing..."

Carmine giggled into her neck. "You're so bad..."

"And that's why you're crazy about me, isn't it?" Her lips cut off any reply he might have made. Laverne moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his lips part. God, he felt so good against her, all muscle and tension. He was like a coiled spring, and she could enjoy him a variety of ways until he sprung.

Carmine pressed her back harder against the wall. Taking the hint, Laverne tightened her arms around his neck and then scissored her legs around his hips. As he slowly began to grind against her, she could feel his heat through her thin shorts. Laverne pulled her lips away from Carmine's and drew a shuddering breath. His lips trailed down her neck until they found the very sensitive area below her left ear. The sensations became too much for her as his tongue flickered across her flesh, and Laverne convulsed against him, her hands clutching the back of his shirt.

When she could focus again, she looked into his face, noting the intensity of his dark eyes and the sheen of sweat on his skin. "Wow..."

"Yeah," he agreed with a grin. "That was fast."

"Better you saying that to me, than the other way around," Laverne retorted. "I've been thinking about this all morning," she said, as if in explantion.

"I love it when you think," Carmine replied, as he gently set her on her feet, only to swoop her up into his arms. "Wanna think some more in my bedroom?"

"Always."

As they entered the bedroom, Carmine gently lay Laverne down on his bed. He quickly relieved himself of his polo shirt before returning to her eager embrace. Laverne's hands roamed his torso aggressively, reveling in the firm muscles that flexed under her fingertips. It felt so good to be held by such strength, she reflected. It was good to have a lover who was physically strong enough to be...experimental. An age old memory of her and Norman Hughes falling off of his barcalounger while trying something very tame played through her mind. She clutched Carmine tighter against her and gave silent thanks for the man she now held in her arms.

"What was that for?" he breathed against her neck, as his hands continued to tantalize her.

"I'm just so happy..."

He favored her with a smile that promised more pleasure before replying, "And you're gonna be even happier..." Carmine's fingers began to deftly unbutton Laverne's plaid blouse, as his lips claimed her newly exposed flesh.

"New?" he asked as he gestured to her bra.

"Very new," Laverne replied, easily unhooking the front clasp in one easy motion. She felt a thrill as Carmine devoured her with his eyes. It was wonderful to be with a man who enjoyed, even encouraged her boldness. She'd spent far too much time with men who were intimidated and put off by a passion that equaled, or surpassed their own.

All rational thought was obliterated as Carmine's lips claimed her taut nipples; licking them, teasing them, then finally suckling with a hunger she'd never encountered before. Laverne moaned her encouragement, as she intertwined her fingers into Carmine's curls and pulled him more tightly against her. Carmine responded by trailing his hand down her abdomen, until it came to rest cupped against her mound. As she squirmed against his hand, Carmine's muffled laugh from between her breasts distracted Laverne.

"I love it when you're impatient," he said as he pulled down her zipper and began to ease her cutoffs down her legs.

"Life's short. I always want to eat dessert first."

"Speaking of eating," Carmine mumbled as he gripped the waist band of her now damp panties in his teeth, before pulling them downwards.

Laverne's universe exploded at the combined ministrations of his fingers and mouth. She bucked up against his face eagerly as she felt herself ready to peak again. She fingered her aching nipples that were now bereft of his touch. Glancing down, she saw Carmine watching her, her passion mirrored in his dark eyes. Without breaking his rhythm, he reached up with his free hand to close her fingertips tighter around her swollen nipples. Laverne cried out, heedless of the paper-thin apartment walls, as the spasms overtook her again.

As her tremors quieted, Laverne was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper and jeans hitting the floor with a dull thud. She opened her eyes and was rewarded by the sight of a very naked, and very aroused Carmine. She reached for him, intent on pleasuring him in return, but he shook his head and smiled.

"Roll over," he whispered.

Laverne looked at him quizzically. Doggie style wasn't her favorite, but she'd had hers twice, and fair was fair. Carmine gently manuvered her so that her hands were on the footboard of his double bed, across from the cheap mirror on his ancient bureau. Laverne looked into their reflection as she felt his hands quickly caress her after spreading her knees apart. Carmine's ebony eyes met hers in their reflection, and held her gaze in an iron grip. Laverne moaned softly as he entered her slowly, each inch seemingly taking forever. When he finally came to rest against her cheeks, he exhaled against her ear, "Laverne..." Carmine's hands ran down her arms on the footboard, coming to rest over her hands, holding them captive under his own.

She looked into his eyes, they stared unwaveringly into her own. Laverne felt more exposed than she ever had, and imprisoned by his gaze and his strength.

"Laverne," Carmine repeated, as he began to thrust into her more quickly. "I've always wanted to do this with you," he hissed in her ear, his breathing shallow and faint. "Always wanted to watch us while we..." Carmine interrupted himself with a moan, as he began to batter her from behind.

Laverne felt herself clamp down on his pumping shaft, as the aftershocks claimed her. As if from far away, she heard Carmine call out her name once more as he pounded himself into her. Laverne felt Carmine's hands leave hers to clasp her breasts briefly before pulling her back from the footboard and to his chest. They lay that way for several minutes as Laverne could only hear Carmine's harsh breath against her neck, and feel his wetness dribbling down her legs as he slipped out of her.

"Mmmm..." Carmine purred into her ear as he flipped the free edge of his blanket over them, "That was great. I've wanted to do that with you for so long."

Laverne turned halfway in his arms, so they were face to face. "Why?"

He blushed slightly. "I wanted to see you from all sides. Y'know, be with you completely." Carmine's eyelids began to droop with exhaustion. "I just can't get close enough to you, I always want more..."

"I ain't going nowhere," she whispered. As Laverne felt his arms encircle her, she whispered, "I can't wait to go out with you tonight."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, we can order a pizza and stay in..."

"No. It's about time we went out on our first date, dontcha think?"

His deep rumble of laughter was all the answer she needed.

FIN












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