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Disclaimer: George Lopez belongs to Fortis Films, Mohawk Productions and
Warner Brothers Television. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 02/07/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, male/female sex, female solo sex, female/female sex,
strong language

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Carmen/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After she had enough of the problems that she had with George,
Carmen runs away from home and goes to San Francisco, where she's able to
find herself a new place to live and it comes with an unusual roommate.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture entitled 'Hardcore Is Dead'
by an artist named Armando Huerta.

Dedications: None so far.
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George Lopez: A New Life For Carmen
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Hola, my name is Carmen Consuelo Lopez and ever since my own father, George
Lopez had gotten himself a job at an airplane manufacturing factory in the
City of Los Angeles, California known as Powers Aviation Brothers that was
actually owned by Jack and Mel Powers, gotten my grandmother, Benny Lopez
and his best friend, Ernie Cardenas a job at the very same company and moved
himself along with his wife Angie, his son Max and his daughter -- who
happens to be me -- into this great new house, we were living -- at first --
like we were the happiest family on the entire planet Earth.

But that was before some unexpected things had suddenly caused a huge rift to
appear in-between both me and my own beloved dad -- like for instance: my own
father kicking this one cute guy that I had met in school known as Jason
MacNamara out of the house while we were not doing anything wrong -- and it
had became so bad for the both of us as well as the rest of the family and I
was unable to take it anymore!

And so, as soon as Mom had gone out to do some errands, Dad had gone off to
work and Max had left the house to go do some practice with his little league
baseball team, I had quickly packed up as much of my personal stuff that I
was able to get into my bags and suitcases, wrote a note to the rest of my
family explaining why I had no choice but to do what I had to do, took one
last look at the living room of the one place that I had once called home,
wiped the tears from my eyes, stepped out of the house and kept right on
going.

You see, when I was younger and I had gotten so mad at my father over
something, I had just stormed out of the house and gone over to the home of
my grandfather, Doctor Victor Palmero to stay with him for a little while but
that was before I had grown older and decided that I was not going to put my
poor grandfather through all of that ever again, which -- of course -- had
caused me to take an alternate route and place myself on a bus to the City of
San Francisco.

And as soon as the bus had crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and arrived at that
particular 'City By The Bay', I had gotten myself out of that bus and started
looking at the want ads on the bulletin board in a local supermarket, which
was where I had suddenly bumped myself into this one beautiful female who --
believe it or not -- was the striking image of my own mom when she was
younger and who had held out a friendly hand, looked at me with a big smile
on her face and said, "I'm sorry about that. I had something on my mind that
I wasn't watching where I was going. By the way, my name is Constance Moreno.
My friends call me 'Connie'. May I ask what your name is?"

And as soon as I had realized that I could not let her know what my last name
actually was out of fear of her calling my parents and having them come get
me and drag me back home whether I like it or not, I had taken a deep breath,
given Connie a friendly handshake and answered, "My name is Carmen Consuelo
and I had just arrived in town and started looking for a place to stay,"
before Connie had placed her gentle hand on my shoulder and said, "Well then,
why do you actually have to go through looking for the place right here? They
are all just a bunch of bums and losers anyway. Which means that I do insist
on you staying at my place and becoming my roommate...and I will not take
'no' for an answer. Okay?"

And then, after I had given that idea some thought and nodded my head in
response to her question, both Connie and me had left that supermarket and
gone all the way over to this one apartment complex at the bottom of a hill,
where she had gotten her personal mail out of the mailbox and we had walked
up the stairs and stepped into her apartment, where I was surprised to see
that a video camcorder has been placed in front of the bed in the bedroom.

And after she had looked at my face and noticed how shocked I was at the
sight of the camcorder in the bedroom, Connie had let out a small giggle,
placed her gentle hand on my shoulder and said, "I see that you had
discovered where my good friend, Mister Jonathan Bridges had planned on
filming our first amateur porn-video and allow Red Light District to produce
it just like they had done with 'One Night In Paris' and 'One Night In
China'."

But just as I was about to try to say something about that whole idea, the
bathroom door had opened and allowed this young and handsome male hunk with
dark-brown hair to step out of that room in only a bathrobe, walk over to us,
wrap his arms around Connie and give her a deep and passionate kiss on the
lips before he had turned his curious eyes toward me and asked, "Say, Connie?
May I ask what your newfound friend's name is?"

"Her name is Carmen Consuelo and from what I was able to read from the look
on her face, I have a feeling that she had never starred in a porn-video
before," that was the answer that Connie had given her male lover after he
had released his grip on her and she had stripped off all of her clothes and
laid her bare-ass naked body on the bed. "Oh, before I forget. Carmen, say
'hi' to Jonathan."

"Well hello, Carmen. Welcome to the neighborhood. Oh, and it's okay for you
to not be able to join us for a little threeway right now. But if you allow
yourself to change your mind, you're more than welcome to join us," that was
what a small-smiling Jonathan had said to me before he had removed the robe,
pressed the record button on the camcorder, placed his buff-naked body on the
bed, kissed Connie ever so passionately on the lips and started licking all
over her nude body--all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and carressing her
firm breasts, which had suddenly caused me to take all of my clothes off and
start pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot and steamy cunt and
carressing my own tits with the other hand.

And then, after I had moved myself closer to the two lovers, placed myself
over Connie's face and allowed her to start licking on my hot, moist snatch,
Jonathan had placed his stiff cock inside my newfound roommate's asshole and
his hands on my bare shoulders and began sucking on my tits, causing me to
place my hands on his bare back and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do
it, Connie! Do it, Jonathan! Touch me! Suck my tits! Suck my wet pussy dry!
Aaaahhhh!"

And after I had laid myself down on the bed and Connie had turned herself on
her stomach and began licking on my cunt and carressing my breasts while
Jonathan was still pumping his stiff cock in and out of her asshole, I had
suddenly realized that I was finally able to experience the one thing that I
had been unable to experience no thanks to my very own father which happens
to be known as pure and untamed sexual pleasure and I was enjoying every
minute of it.

And of course, that was before Jonathan had placed his stone hard dick inside
Connie's pussy and began licking on my snatch and I had placed my hands on my
newfound roommate's stiff mounds and began blowing my hot breath on the nape
of her bare neck, which had caused the sexually-energized Connie to place one
of her hands on Jonathan's naked thigh and the other hand on my bare back and
yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, CARMEN! DO
IT, JONATHAN! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! SHOW ME THAT
'HARDCORE IS DEAD' IS A BIG FUCKING LIE! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And as soon as we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally moved itself into the City of San Francisco, Jonathan,
Connie and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with
our naked arms in a lover's embrace while everyone else within the City By
The Bay had kept on doing their normal daily routines before I had woken
myself up and carefully gotten myself off the bed and stepped out of the
bedroom and into the living room, where I had sat myself down on the sofa,
picked up the phone, let out a sigh and called my old home.

And when I had heard that my mom had answered the phone and told me that she
and the rest of the family were so worried about me and want me to come home
in order for both me and my dad to work things out, I had taken a deep
breath, allowed a single tear to run down my cheek and said, "I really am
sorry, Mom. But I can't come home and it's because Dad and I had been down
this route way too many times and... well, what I'm actually saying, Mom, is
that I have had enough. I'm done. Just please tell Max that I still love him
and... hopefully... I would be able to see you guys again sometime soon. I
love you, Mom. 'Bye."

THE END!

    

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