Friederich laughed that echoed through the kitchen, and gave me goosebumps. I almost never saw him laughing, it was always new when it happened. That day, I couldn’t help but smile in response. He looked so different. I didn't know if the fact that I always saw him as a master and sovereign to anything had affected me so absurdly that I couldn't see him in his true form." Why are you looking at me that way, Becca? "He asked, with pure curiosity in his tone of voice."Because you are too kind, Fred," I replied on impulse. "And I think it took me too long to realize that.”For a quick moment, Fred watched me as if he were going to give me another long and breathtaking kiss, but then he sniffed the air and made a face towards the pan on my back."Are you having a barbecue, Miss Smith?”Fuck. I forgot about the eggs. I turned around and turned off the fire. In fact, I had already burned much of my culinary project. Fred had the common sense of not laughing, even so, I was upset."If you
“Don’t worry about the deal, Becca. I'm sure it was just a way you found for me to find it too challenging and give up. But I'm not going.”"I would give up if I were you.”Friederich opened a beautiful smile."I'm glad we're different, Miss Smith.”His hands gently touched my hair, and soon he was so close that his breath mixed with mine. His eyes stuck to mine, his skin touching mine, and soon we were in a kind of bubble. In a world just ours."Is this the part where you eat what you wanted before? "I asked in a weak voice."Just if you want to," he said, sliding his fingers down the back of my neck. A shiver settled there. "Just if you want to remember.”"I want to," I said right away.I really had no shame in my face. Friederich always made me weak. It took away my reason. And I had no way to fight that. He was all I needed. Even if I never admitted it out loud. He always knew my weaknesses. And when that intimate moment reached the apex, there was no man in the world to face the
Fred then stood up, getting rid of his own clothes. I didn't even have to stand up to see better, because he made a point of keeping me with a very clean vision for his beautiful body. Fred's body was wonderful, and I would praise it as many times as necessary.The turned muscles, the path of hair in his belly and even the entrance of the groin, the thick and erect cock, the thick thighs that promised strong pumps at each penetration... The man was a complete package of perfection. And I think the desire of that body over mine should have been well exposed, because Fred practically grunted like a beast when he went back to bed.Fred then captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking, spinning, and biting lightly. He made me moan, arch my body, and I felt more than ready to receive him. It was too wet. I already felt uncomfortable by the heat in the intimate region, by the lack of something to rub between my legs.But he kept torturing me, gaining time. And I just accepted what he wanted to
"Untold, Fred," I demanded to know, crossing my arms. Friederich didn't even look at me, too focused on the road ahead, as he drove to my mother's apartment. I insisted. "I want to talk soon, so we can solve our problems, you know? I kind of gave my best friend a cake yesterday, and I depend on our situation to solve this issue with him too.”Just by mentioning Raphael, Fred gave me a slyly look."Are you thinking about solving it in what way, Becca?”"I don't know. If we are well after our conversation, I will have to call him and send him to forget this platonic love story. Otherwise...”Friederich slowed down to wait at the traffic light, so he had a few seconds to look at me for real. He didn't seem to be finding it funny at all. But I didn't care. I couldn't wait for his good will to solve the mess he caused himself. And I wasn't even so serious about wanting to solve myself with Raphael.The meeting would have been a piece of shit anyway. Raphael was... too young. I don't know.
"Ah, Fred, I'm so sorry," I said again, leaning over to hug him. For a moment, Friederich seemed too tense for my taste, and I thought he would retreat, but he returned the hug. "Fred, I swear I had no idea of any of this and I wouldn't even have said anything to make your conscience worse when you tore that contract or before them. I had no idea.”Fred was silent, but hugged me tightly. We stayed for a whole moment like that. The world out there went on with its frequency. Cars, people, animals. Everyone continued with their life, but we need that moment. That moment of silence and comfort that we dedicate to each other.I knew I would cry later when I was alone. I wouldn't do it there, because Fred wouldn't interpret in a good way to see me sad for his life story. People who go through traumatic events never like to receive someone's penalty. The least I could offer was respect and admiration. For the man he had become. By the nature and character.I even put aside the anger that he
My mother laughed like that woman who receives the greatest praise she could expect from a man. I was embarrassed by her myself. But Fred didn't even care about my expression, because he knew I considered him a half-bowl flatterer. My mother was young and beautiful, yes, but sister was awesome... The guy really knew how to make a good impression." Yeah, for some years only really favor," said my mother, full of pomp and giggles. Friederich opened a wide and bright smile, so my mother melted for good. Without exaggeration, she really sighed when she saw him smile. "Be Becca didn't mention how charming you were, Friederich.”"Oh, please," I grumbled, hitting my own forehead.The woman who has had several experiences with men, used to always choosing the best suitor, seemed paralyzed while looking at Friederich. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who totally lost focus with a look from him. Friederich, for his credit, even managed to get a little red. But I knew the bastard wasn't in the sl
Despite the mild weather, there was still sun on our heads, allowing many people to take risks inside the sea. Tybee Island was not as crowded as I thought, in a way some people felt intimidated by the weather.Although it seemed ideal for that time of year. If we were not in a dry place, it would be crazy to say that we would go to the beach or go into the sea in the middle of winter. But in Georgia that was possible."Are we there? "Be Becca asked, watching around.“ Yes. "I turned off the car and watched her. "You don't know many things around here, do you?”She still seemed busy recording every little space on the beach. I took the opportunity to observe her better. The face is already blushing, the hair of an intense blonde, whose strands were stuck. She looked younger than she really was. Too innocent. I'm glad we had a part of that conversation earlier, because at least I could have the freedom to admire her without fear."I haven't come to this state for a walk in years, Fried
When we arrived at the port, we walked a little further towards the beach marina, where some speedboats and Jet Skis were anchored. Right in front of us had appeared a man with apparently 45 years old, gray hair, with a smile from corner to corner on his face.“ Hello. My name is Josh. I'm an instructor for the use of Jet Skis. "He said, stretching his hand towards me." Nice to meet you Josh, we'll talk on the phone earlier. Friederich Hanson. "I shook your hand briefly.“Oh, of course. Mr. Hanson, the Jet Ski is ready for your use. "He pointed to a Jet Ski slightly parked away from others."you bring what I asked for?”Becca looked closely in our directions, her hands were sweaty, I assume to say that anxiety was visible in her body.“ Of course. "He leaned over the speedboat next to us, taking a life jacket. " Put that on, ma'am. "He handed the vest to Becca."Are you not going to use one too? "She asked, releasing my hand and pressing the vest against her tight white shirt, then p