Selby stared at the front of Tracey's apartment. It was a quaint complex with a rustic feel to it. The buildings were a light brown and the trim a rough chocolate. Giant oaks and pines grew throughout the complex, shading the parking spaces as well as the two-story buildings. Luckily for him, Tracey's was on the bottom floor.He twisted his hands around the steering wheel, his body one giant nervous knot. He wondered if Faith had the same feelings at Edwin's. He hoped so, although he doubted it. She had been too hyped up when she left. He was more nervous, which tainted the excitement. He wanted to be with Tracey, but he always pictured them with Faith and not alone. Teasing at the bookstore was one thing. Meeting at her apartment was quite another.Stop acting like a teenager, you idiot. With a deep breath, he opened the car door and slid out into the cool March air. The breeze tugged at his short hair, making it an even messier nest than usual. He slid his keys into his pocket as he
Selby leaned back against the kitchen counter and watched as Tracey reached up on her tiptoes for a mug to pour him some coffee. She had put his button-less shirt on after they had spent an hour on the floor in one position or another, and now, the bottom cup of her ass cheeks poked out from under his shirt. He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he stared, remembering how her flesh had felt in his hands and against his body. "You know you owe me a shirt.""A shirt? What shirt?" She turned and gave him a confused smile. "This is my shirt now."He laughed, his chuckle bouncing off the cabinets. "You want me to leave here half-dressed? What will your neighbors think?""I don't care what they think." Her eyes twinkled as she said it, and he knew she meant it. He doubted she ever cared what anyone thought. You cannot live your life by other people's perceptions of what is right or wrong.She poured the coffee into two mugs, the steam rising between her breasts, which kept peeking out fro
The one thing Faith truly loved about Florida is that even at its coldest, it wasn't ever really cold. Oh, it had its below freezing moments, but they came and went with the breeze, never lasting long. That Sunday afternoon was no different as she walked hand-in-hand with Selby along the sands of the Atlantic shore. The wind blew in over the white-crested waves, pulling at her light jacket and her quickly tangling hair. The music of the persistent waves drummed its cadence just a few feet away from the path they made in the sand. It was peaceful, just the way she preferred her Sundays.Selby and she had both arrived back home before dinner the previous night, and he had treated her to a meal out. Back home, with glasses of wine and a fire flickering in the fireplace, she told him about her time with Edwin. It had been intense. He had ordered her around and even taken her out into his backyard and fucked her in the grass. There was no privacy fence. He seemed to enjoy the daring aspects
Edwin texted Faith several times throughout the day. Selby hadn't asked, and Faith didn't offer. He could have asked, he knew, but for whatever reason, he just didn't feel like hearing about it. Faith's reaction was probably the reason. Whenever a text came in, she giggled. Giggled! It was beyond annoying. It was as if Edwin's text made her entire day.Tracey sent him a couple of texts but told him she wouldn't intrude on Faith's time with him. If he wanted to talk to her, he was free to text or call her. She would answer; she just would not initiate. Edwin needed that restraint.Selby sat on the back deck, a Terry Brooks' novel resting on his lap and a mug of coffee in front of him. He tried to read inside, but Faith's phone distracted him again. She had agreed to keep their time, their time. Edwin had supposedly agreed as well, but it seemed the newness of their little adventure was too much for either of them to keep their word. He found Faith making excuses to go into another room
The next couple of days were quiet at Rutherford Construction. Yet, Edwin had still sneaked a feel and grope in here and there. Tuesday morning, he ordered Faith to start arriving early to work so he could take her in his office. She jumped every time he snapped his fingers and, every time he did, her cunt became a molten mess. Edwin did not permit to wear underwear to work anymore, either, and required her to always be in a dress, no more slacks. Edwin wanted complete access to her sensitive parts even if he never had the chance to use them. Of course, he was always good at generating those quick opportunities.Cherish was a grumpy pain in the ass for the first half of the week. Faith didn't ask or care, but assumed it had to do with her being asked to go on the business trip to Tampa instead of her sister. Every time Edwin would walk into the Girls' Den, Cherish would find an excuse to leave. It was the same with the break room. She did whatever she could to stay out of Edwin's way a
Selby forced himself to pull away from Tracey, breaking the kiss he could have sworn lasted the entire lunch break. He took a deep breath as he did. When he opened his eyes, Tracey stared up into them, a smile on her face, her hands still pressed against his chest. "Shall we eat now?" she asked."Sure. Hop up on the counter and spread your legs." Selby wiggled his eyebrows at her. He teased, but he half hoped she would do it. He started closing for lunch as of Monday, so the two of them could enjoy their brief lunch period in private, just in case they decided not to eat the food that was brought and enjoy some other treat instead. So far it had mostly been heavy petting and some major kissing. It was enough to hold him over until their weekend date.Tracey walked around the counter and began to set up their midday meal. Selby found himself watching her, a smile plastered on his face as if he were a schoolboy. In the beginning, he had shared his afternoons with Faith, but he found hims
Arni Driscoll sat on one side of the table while Cherish sat directly across from Faith. Cherish had been quiet as they sat in their father's small Ford pickup, Faith in the middle seat. If he noticed the tension, their father didn't acknowledge it. He was chatty, making jokes about the weather and other drivers, asking questions about work and their private lives. Faith tried to stay as vocal as he was, but Cherish barely grunted. Faith didn't doubt that Cherish loved their father, but she had always been their mother's girl. Mainly because their mother allowed her to get away with murder and spoiled her into being the brat she became. That kind of behavior demanded a certain loyalty."How's Glen doing these days?" Arni asked as he lifted his water glass. They had already placed their orders and were nibbling on a basket of bread while they waited."He's doing well. Work is slow, but it's allowed him more time to do some projects around the house." Glen worked for Melbourne Decks and
Their father dropped them back off in front of Rutherford Construction, and Faith and Cherish stood side-by-side as they watched him drive away. Faith waved and smiled, her mood lightened with the visit.It didn't last long, however. With Cherish around, it never did."What the hell did you do?" Cherish whipped around with a look as if she wanted to punch Faith and just keep swinging."Do? I had lunch with my father. What are you talking about?" Faith shook her head as she turned to walk back inside. She would not have a shouting match with her sister at work.Of course, Cherish didn't care where they were. "You let him think it's all right for him to just up and quit his job. He's in his late fifties for crying out loud! Do you know how hard it'll be for him to find another job?""He doesn't want another job, Cherish. He wants something different. He has a dream, and he's chasing it. I'm not going to be the one to tell him not to go for it. He needs support, not condemnation.""He nee