The hour went quickly, and Mitch did his best to give Karla her space while he waited for her. Of course, that didn't stop him from watching her out of the corner of his eye. She did her best to act natural, but it was obvious his presence threw her off her game just a little bit. She wasn't as flirty or exposed as she normally would have been. She also wasn't doing her best to antagonize him and prove some ridiculous point either. With fifteen minutes left, he downed his drink, paid his tab, and told Karla he would meet her outside when she was done. Might as well allow her to enjoy the ending of her night and relax some. He didn't want her all agitated and tense at the beginning of their night on the beach.The night air was chill, the sound of the waves crashing the shore nearby. The moon was almost full, it's light glistening off the ocean surface. It was a perfect night for a couple to sit back and get lost in each other.Thirty minutes later, he heard her walking up behind him. T
Four days passed and Mitch still hadn't explained what he meant about showing her off. They made love on the beach that night after her shift, and then went back to his place and made love in his bed. Karla tried to get him to explain his vague statement, but all he said was that he would show her in a few days. It drove her nuts, but she was sure it was his way of proving she didn't need to be in control. She hated not being in control.Aimee had already left for work, and Karla took her cup of coffee and retired to the balcony on the back of their condo to enjoy the quietness of this Tuesday morning. Birds chirped, squirrels bounced back and forth in the trees, and the sun peeked through the branches announcing the coming of the day. She sipped her coffee and took a deep breath, inhaling the calmness of the morning, the peace and quiet. She needed this, this solitude, the quietness. She needed it to help calm her nerves, her mind.She wasn't going to get it, however.Her mistake was
Karla just watched her go, her own eyes pooling with tears she didn't want to shed. It was the first tender moment she ever really had with her mother. They had a great relationship, no doubt, but it was reduced to one of friendship before now, before right then. Her mother stood up to her and didn't allow Karla to push her around. She was the mother, and Karla was the daughter. It was something Karla waited for since she was in the eleventh grade.She eased back into the condo, closing the door behind her. Refilling her coffee cup, she made her way out to the balcony, settling back into her chair, breathing in the ocean air. She couldn't help but wonder what her life would be like if her mother had put her foot down when she was younger, allowed her father to punish her and hold her accountable for her actions. Would she have rebelled harder? Or would she have changed her behavior?Sometimes, she wish she knew.With the back of her hand, she swiped at a tear that escaped. Her father t
"He actually told you to wear that?" Aimee gave her an incredulous look. "The last time he told you to get dressed, it was in a nicer, more conservative outfit. He really wants you to go out looking like some kind of street walker?"Karla looked down at her outfit: a short skirt, which barely covered the cup of her ass cheeks, high heels, which raised her ass, and a flimsy red top that revealed quite a bit of her cleavage, almost her full breasts if she bent over just right. Aimee was right. It didn't make sense. "This is what he asked me to be dressed in when he got here." Karla shrugged. "It's like I always say. Men are crazy.""And kinky by the look of it. When is he picking you up?"A knock came at the door. "Now?" Karla said.Walking over to the door, she opened it, but it wasn't Mitch standing there. It was Clint. "Wow," he said. "I'm guessing it's going to be an interesting night." He turned to Aimee as he entered their condo. "Do you have an outfit like this? We could have some
By the time they arrived at The Lily Pad, Karla had worked herself up into a worrisome knot. How in the world did he expect her to relax and have fun if she had no idea what he intended? She couldn't behave properly if she didn't know how he expected her to behave. This would be a disaster and she knew it.He made her wait for him to open her car door, and then led her to the bar, her arm draped over his. He treated her like a lady while dressing her up like a whore. She was so confused.The interior of the bar was dark, the lights on the walls barely illuminating the place. Even behind the bar was dark compared to how they kept it at Sand Dune. How the bartenders could see what they made, Karla had no idea. She would hate working there for sure. As they entered, most eyes turned toward them, checking out the newcomers. Most turned back to their tables and the people who joined them. A few openly gawked, admiring Karla's exposed virtues. She blushed as she pulled down on the hem of her
She ran her hand around one of the guy's necks who swarmed around her as soon as Mitch left, the other guy sliding up behind her, his hands on her hips as he ground his cock against her ass. She could feel her skirt sliding up just a bit, but did nothing to stop it. Mitch did say to show off, and she had to admit, she loved the attention. She pushed back on the guy behind her as the other one moved in front of her, his cock against her abdomen. She swayed between them both, their hands on her sides, her waist, their cocks pressing against her. She could feel their arousal growing. She grinned, pushing them further, as she turned her gaze to Mitch, making sure he still watched. He was. And smiling."Nice of your boyfriend to leave us alone for a bit," one guy said.She winked at Mitch before turning her attention back to the guys focused on her swaying ass. "He's good like that." She felt one of them slide his hand up under her skirt, felt the strength of his hand on her ass as he pulle
If Mitch knew what she needed—or wanted—right then, he didn't seem to care. Instead, he ordered another round of drinks and kept her on the dance floor. More people watched, touching her, dancing with her, that eventually it all became a blur. And she liked it. The longer it continued, the more she craved.What's more, as far as she could tell, so did Mitch. He grinned, kept her on the dance floor, or with her legs spread at the table. He took pride in exposing her, knowing the effect it had on her, how turned on she became. From the bulge she felt at the front of his jeans while they danced, it turned him on as well.And that confused her. Most men would have yanked her off the dance floor and out the door. Or they would have left her there. Alone.Yet, Mitch was still there, egging her on, relishing in her behavior.When they finally did leave, the parking lot was dark, and Karla couldn't keep her hands off Mitch. He felt the same, pushing her against his car, his solid body pressed
When they finally collapsed and passed out, Karla had no idea, but the fragrant aroma of brewing coffee teased her sleepy eyelids awake. She stretched, her muscles begging to stay still just a while longer. The best part of waking up was the fact that she could still feel Mitch in her pussy.And she relished it.She had to admit, she had wild nights before, sexual exploits and brazen adventures, but none with someone who wanted more from her. She rolled over, running her hand over Mitch's empty pillow. He didn't just want between her legs, he wanted… All of her.But could she give him what he asked for?She forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth with her finger. Noise from the kitchen enticed her and she slipped on one of his old T-shirts she found lying in a corner and headed for the coffee. Mitch stood in the kitchen, wearing a pair of faded jeans, which hung low on his hips. He stirred scrambled eggs in a bowl, his hand gripping the
They were the last ones to arrive at the park, the others already choosing a spot and Marvin Asher firing up the grill. Karla wore a skirt that actually covered everything it should and had her breasts tucked conservatively out of sight. Aimee was shocked but glad. Clint's parents would get to know all about her sister soon enough. Aimee didn't need the first meeting to be a shocker for them.Abby ran to the Ashers first, giving them each a hug and squealing when her grandfather picked her up and threatened to throw her in the air. Then, to Aimee's surprise and delight, the little girl ran to Aimee's mother and hugged her as well. She offered the others a quick hello and then darted for the playground, Clint's mother following just to keep a nervous eye on her. Paul and Mitch stood beside the picnic table, Karla clinging to Mitch's side, as Aimee's mother sat in front of them, all talking and laughing. Aimee stood still a moment, soaking in this perfect scene. They were one big happy f
Aimee stretched, her arms extending out to her side only to come up short as her hand hit another body. Rolling over, she gently ran a hand over Clint's face, a smile dancing across her own. The Saturday morning light peeked through his curtains, calling them to rise and shine, but Aimee ignored it, as she had tried to do every morning since Monday night. Every night she fell asleep beside him, and every morning she woke up wrapped around him, her arms exploring his naked chest. No matter how tired they were when they went to bed, the two of them decided, for Abby's sake, they'd make sure they wore pajamas before falling asleep. A young girl still had moments of nightmares, after all, and needed her Daddy in the middle of the night. Monday night everything changed. Bonnie was no longer his wife. Oh, he still had to stand before the judge next week and make it official, but for all intents and purposes, it was a done deal. Nothing stood in the way of their happiness now.She ran a fing
When the kiss broke, he grinned down at her. "Just tell me we can do some more photo shoots."She laughed again, harder, freer. "Clint Asher, I'll do whatever you want. All you have to do is name it." She kissed him again, this time softer, with less urgency, but just as much passion.When the kiss was over, she slid back into her seat, scooping up her wine glass as she did. "So tell me about today."He did, sharing with her how Bonnie wasn't planning on signing the papers in the beginning. First, he told her Bonnie's revelation of a need for family and why she returned. Then, he explained how he convinced her how signing the papers was the only way for the two of them to get on with their lives, that she could be the best mother to Abby she could be, but she would never again be his wife. He told Bonnie that she needed to respect Aimee and make the transition as smooth as possible. They were Abby's parents, but they would never be friends.When he finished, Aimee told him about Bonnie
The night dragged on, and Aimee could not shake her nervousness. Clint had asked her over to join them for dinner but still had not said anything about what he felt they needed to discuss. He hadn't even mentioned his meeting with Bonnie that afternoon, which made Aimee keep quiet about how the woman visited her. No need to bring up the subject if he was going to end it with her.Abby was a bundle of energy, bouncing on the couch and wanting to dominate the attention. After growing bored with that, she dragged Aimee to her room and played tea, while her father cooked dinner and music played from the front room. As Aimee played dolls with Abby, she wondered if the girl knew the extent of everything that was happening in the lives of the adults around her or if she was blissfully oblivious. For the little girl's sake, she hoped it was the latter."Dinner's ready," Clint called from the front room. Aimee had to admit he sounded happy since she arrived, not as if he was ready to send her o
A knock came at the door. Aimee glanced over her shoulder but didn't move to answer it. If it was Clint, she wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible.Whoever it was knocked again. Karla stepped out of the hallway, glanced at Aimee, and then moved to answer the door. "You worry too much," Karla said over her shoulder.Aimee turned back to the ocean, the curling waves matching the churning in her stomach. She knew she was being dramatic, but she couldn't stop herself. She hated defeat."What the hell are you doing here?" Karla's voice snapped Aimee's attention around. Expecting to see Clint standing there, she was stunned when she noticed Bonnie, the woman ramrod straight, her neck stiff, and one white-knuckled hand gripping her purse strap close to her shoulder. Aimee could feel the confusion furrowing her brow, her eyes squinting, as if trying to make sure she saw what she actually saw. "Bonnie?""Again I ask, what are you doing here?" Karla stood in front of the oth
Something went wrong. While Aimee had no idea what that something was, she knew it had to be about Clint's divorce. Why else would he text her saying they needed to talk right after meeting with Bonnie? The waves barreled onto the shore, breaking upon the sand and rearranging the Atlantic Coast, just as Clint's text rearranged her security, sending her spinning in the riptide of the unknown. She stared at the white foam as the ocean sucked it back out into the deeper waters, reclaiming it as its own. Had Bonnie succeeded in the same thing with Clint? Had she won the fight and taken her husband back? Once again regaining her happy little family?She closed her eyes against the onslaught of scenarios that pummeled her mind, her head screaming against the intrusion. With everything she could muster, she tried to fight the battle within her, giving Clint the assurance he wanted that she believed him when he told her he would be here forever. Yet, it wasn't her experience. Men said whatev
Clint pulled into the local Starbucks, deciding it was the safest place to meet Bonnie to get her to sign the divorce papers. Hopefully, the opportunity for her to respond negatively would be greatly reduced by the public meeting. He had no doubt that meeting her in private would lead to her doing something detrimental to the proceeding. He just wanted to get her to sign the divorce papers and get the whole thing over with, so he could get on with the rest of his life, get on with his relationship with Aimee.He sighed. Hopefully, get Aimee to calm down and return to normal. It wasn't that all the adventures she came up with weren't hot as hell. They were, and he wouldn't mind doing them, but not if she only did them to compete with Bonnie. He wanted Aimee to be Aimee, the woman he fell in love with, the woman who sat on the couch with him and Abby and watched Disney movies, the woman who jumped into a flour fight in the kitchen, giggling and tossing the white powder everywhere. He did
Aimee stretched, her body screaming its protest at her, hating the fact that morning was already here, and she needed to rise and shine. Only one part of that would be possible until after coffee. She rolled over, her gaze drifting to the sliding glass doors at the east of her bedroom. The morning sun coaxed her, urging her to call into work and take the day off, to make a day of it at the beach, the sun's rays kissing her flesh. She grinned, scrunching down into her covers, her mind drifting to Clint's lips on hers, the passion in each one of his kisses, warming her insides like the sun would warm her outside. If she was going to call out of work, she wanted to spend the day in bed with Clint.Once they left his workshop, he went to pick up Abby and then met her at Charlie's for dinner. Abby was a chatty little girl, while she drew on her kid's menu, excited about being out with them. It was even pleasant to sit at a table, Clint's arm stretched across as he held her hand, Abby bounci
They spent the next hour moving things around in his workshop, setting up a photo shoot of the furniture he intended on selling, and making each piece look enticing. Aimee threw herself into the task at hand, examining the shadows cast by the lighting inside the workshop and making a small studio spot off to the side with nothing in the background, using some of his dark dropcloths as background drops. Clint helped her move things around, happy to be the manual labor to her vision for his photos.Outside, night started to fall, casting darker shadows on the ground as lamp posts popped on, offering only a slimmer of light to illuminate the world. Aimee finished taking her pictures: rocking chairs, tables, even a dresser Clint had crafted himself. They teased, laughing at each other when Aimee wasn't so focused on what she was doing. This was her passion, taking pictures, and she could get lost in the process for hours, inspecting angles and lighting, zooming in and out, carefully select