Baby, I Know Your Secret

Book 1: Baby, I Know Your Secret
Book 2: Pop Her Cherry
Book 3: Two Girls One Guy
Book 4: Mercy's Two Men

Book 1: Baby, I Know Your Secret
by Cory Garcia

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Table of Contents

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Chapter One

“Oh, Cayson, hmmm… harder…” I twist my body, moaning loud.

As a husband of two years, he knows what I need.

I moan in desperation.  My nails cut deep into his back.

He huffs and puffs for a few minutes and then rolls down.

Holding me tight, he asks, “Laura, did I… fuck you enough?” His voice is sheepish.

“Ah, yeah, why?” I put up a smile and look at him.  My privates are still tingling vigorously, crying for more pumping.  Maybe I should finger myself a dozen times to give myself total satisfaction?

Cayson tries to say something but finally gives up.  He gives me a soft kiss and whispers to my ear, “I’ll give you more next time, okay?”

“I can’t wait for it,” I tease.  What else can I say?

I wait for a few seconds and then say, “Honey, I need a hot shower. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He doesn’t say a single word.

“Cayson?” I look at him.  His eyes are closed. His breath is long and shallow.  As always, he is now sound asleep.

This is the oddest thing I can never understand: You fuck your wife and get super excited.  You should talk to her about something super romantic, right?

I still can’t figure it out but I don’t want to spend my time investigating.  Now I have an urgent task to accomplish—to release my depressed orgasm from my body.

I slide down and rush into the bathroom.  I lock the door and step into the shower.

Within seconds, my body is massaged by thousands of water beads.  Heats build up both outside and inside.

Tossing my head back, I move my middle finger fast. Soon, two more fingers join the action.

“Fucking Jesus, oh… FUCK!” I try to lower my voice as much as I can, worrying that Cayson may wake up and hear what’s happening in the shower.

Tension builds rapidly between my legs.  It spreads to my ass in just seconds.  Then my whole body is seized by the incredible excitement.

I’M GIVING MYSELF A HUGE ORGASM!  What a smart girl.

I dry my body and crawl onto the bed.  I pull the cover over to cover Cayson and I.  Soon, my mind drifts into my fantasy world, which… oops!  I can’t tell you for some peculiar reasons.

“Laura, how are you?”

Without looking, I know who he is. It’s Cayson’s younger brother, Brody.

“Hey, Brody, I’m fine.  You?”

“Fine.”

“Want a drink?”

“Can I have a beer, please?” He grins.

“Sure.” Soon, I get the beer for him.

“Thank you, Laura.”

“No problem,” I smile.

He sits down at the big BBQ table and takes a big sip.

“So… you’re back for summer vacation?” I smile.

“Yup. The first day.”

“No more exams, huh?”

“No more exams,” he beams.

“Cayson is going to be back from the office soon.  Then you guys can talk.” I’m busy preparing a seasoned salad. “I’ll fix something you really like for the dinner.”

“Thank you so much, Laura,” he smiles. “How about we talk first?” He looks into my eyes.

“Me? Is it something about me? Or you need my help for something?” I don’t get it.

“Yeah, about you.”

Gosh, the way he looks at me makes me feel like being watched by those dudes in the bar.  His look is not dirty, lusty, or anything like that but it’s more than a normal, brother-in-law look.

“Really?” I almost drop my salad dressing bottle.

“Can you please sit down, Laura?” He narrows his eyes.  It’s like a huge leopard narrowing its eyes before the fatal attack.

My heart thumps.  What the fuck is going on?  Cayson is not at home and now he wants to talk about me.  What is he going to talk about?  Does he…?  Oh, boy, the thought of him wanting my body crawls into my mind and refuses to leave.  My body heats up quickly.

To be honest, I have been fancying him in my fantasy world many times, especially when Cayson couldn’t totally satisfy my body and I had to finger-fuck myself in the shower—like what I did last night.

Brody is three years younger than Cayson.  Being a soccer player in college, he has a well-built frame full of muscles.  More than once, I found it was so hard not to drop my body on his when we were alone for one odd reason or another.

I knew that was immoral but I couldn’t help it.  Can any girl resist a body that hot?  I don’t think so.

So… what if he is going to talk about something… sensual, sexual, or absolutely horny and dirty?  Should I say yes? Gosh, I wish I were not married at the moment.  Oops.

Chapter Two

I sit down on the other side of the table, facing him.  I move my body a few times to sit comfortably.  Unfortunately, my body is hot like a red hot BBQ grill.  Anywhere I sit, I feel sensually uncomfortable.

I give him a soft smile and wait.

“Going to the same college can be super exciting, right?” He gives me a mysterious smile, sipping his beer.

“What do you mean?” My heart is seriously pounding.

Gosh, my deeply buried secret surfaces quickly.  Has he found out the secret?  If so, how?

“See, I happened to go to the same college as you did.  And I happened to hear something interesting about you.”

My heart drops like a rock.  Oh, boy, that must be it.  Gosh, what am I going to do now?

“Brody, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My cheeks turn hot red.

“Does the word SpaceCats ring a bell?” A tiny smirk appears on his lips but disappears right away.

Oh, my gosh.  He does know the secret.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling like a trembling rabbit trying to outrun a cheetah.

What am I going to do now?

Why does he mention that?

What is he going to do next?

A million questions pop up in my mind.

I have no way to figure out everything but I refuse to give up without a fight.

“That was our interest group for astrology study.” I try so hard to keep my voice smooth and calm.

“Hah, that’s interesting to know.”

Thank God.  My heart comes back to my chest.

“Very interesting indeed,” He gives me an innocent, college student smile.

“Want another drink?  How about a coffee?” I try to make him happy.

“It’s also interesting to know that the members were studying the sky on the rainy nights, too.”

What?

My heart almost explodes.  Jeez, he absolutely, definitely knows the tightly-kept top secret of our interest group.

“Who said that?” Oops, the words blurted out shows my admission and worry.

“Is that important, Laura?”

I bite my lower lip and think hard.  Then I squeeze out a tiny smile. “Of course not.  See, it’s only a casual, temporary group for the sake of fun.” I try to sound as if it were no big deal.

“Right, casual, temporary fun, huh?” He smiles at me, his eyes shining with great excitement.

I get a bit angry.  “Brody, be a man.  Tell me what’s in your fucking mind and what you want from me.”

“Very good, Laura.  Please allow me to be frank with you then.  See, I happened to hear some details about your interest group from one of the members—when he was damn tipsy, of course.”

Gosh, he does know everything about the secret.

I’m almost certain that he is going to take advantage of the information but I’m not ready to give up just yet.

“People talk nonsense when they are drunk.”

“Well, he was just light-headed, not completely drunk.”  Before I can say anything, he raises his hand to stop me from trying.  “Of course, he might be talking nonsense.  That’s why I’m having this conversation with you.”

Right, you shameless asshole. Please stop pretending.

I stare at him.

He takes another sip of his beer and then smiles, “May I ask you a few simple questions?”

“Sure,” I’m trying so hard to stop my heart from jumping out of my mouth.

“This interest group had nine members, right?”

“Right,” I murmur.

“Two girls and seven boys, right?”

“Right.”

“There was only one bedroom with two beds in the log house, right?” He looks straight into my eyes.

“Right,” my voice is hardly audible.

“And the two girls took a turn with all the boys, right?”

I want to say no but nothing comes out of my mouth because… I was one of the girls who did exactly what he said.

I didn’t know why all that happened but it felt so natural at the time.  I was doing three or four boys each night on average.  It was exhausting but addicting. I was actually the girl insisting on doing our “observation” on the rainy nights, too.

Gosh, that fucking asshole member must have told Brody everything.

I blush deep.  I wish the ground would open up and swallow me right away.

Brody’s eyes brighten.  Obviously, he is enjoying his victory.  What is he going to say next?  I shake my head and swallow hard.

“Please don’t tell me that you told my dear brother your little secret.”  He stops for a short moment to see my reaction.  “Instead, you must have been acting like a pure virgin giving him your first time.”

“Brody, you bitch.  You’re so fucking rude.” I almost yell.

“Oh, come on, Laura.  I wouldn’t have been here had I wanted to be rude with you.  I’m here to help you out, okay?”

“Right, to help me out, huh?” I stare at him.  “Then why didn’t you keep it a secret?”

“That won’t be fair to my brother.” He sounds so sincere.  However, one quick glance at his body reveals his lie. His cock has greatly hardened, turning his pants into a huge dome.

“Tell me what you want.” I know it’s a silly question.  My body, of course.  What else can he possibly get from me?

“I want to protect you, Laura.”

“Oh, shush, you shameless liar.”

Chapter Three

He doesn’t get angry at all. “See, the thing is, to be fair to my brother, I will have to tell him the truth.  But if I do that, he may have to leave you.  Then both you and he get hurt badly.”

“So, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“Laura, we are adults.  So I’m going to be absolutely frank with you.”

I stare at him, saying nothing.

He puts down the beer bottle and sits straight, holding his hands together.

“I have to be honest with you, Laura.  I love you.”

What?  What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not angry. In fact, I’m… actually thrilled.  I know this is absolutely immoral but…  Gosh, I don’t know what to tell you.  I blush all over.

“Brody, are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.  The moment I was introduced to you by my brother, I was thinking shit, why didn’t I meet her first?”

“But you didn’t know me at all.”

“Right.  But I found out we had so much in common.  Remember, we talked for hours that day?”

Right… So many memories comes into my mind.  The day we met, we talked a lot about almost everything.  I could see the jealousy in Cayson’s eyes but I couldn’t take my eyes away from Brody.

Then, gosh...

Didn’t I call him to come over for dinner, or help with some work in the backyard when Cayson was on a business trip?

Didn’t I blush all over, my voice turning lusty and horny when I was talking with him?

Didn’t I wear those super sexy sheer blouses, push up bras, miniskirts, and… oh, gosh, I can’t tell you more than that.

I kept telling myself, Damn it, Laura.  This is so fucking immoral, so fucking WRONG.

But I can’t get him out of my mind.

He came to my mind when I was alone.

He appeared in my dreams.

He was my imaginary sex partner when I was finger-fucking myself super hard.

Sometimes, I do wish that there were a new State law that allows a wife to have two husbands.

I nod slightly. “Yup… we talked.”

“And we touched fingers more than accidentally.” His voice is so soft.

“But that was by accident,” I protest, blushing all over.

“Yeah, I know.  Remember what you always say when I steal a look at your cleavage like this?” He gives me that dirty look again.

My heart races. The same phrase blurts out, “Hate you.”

“We have been hiding our feeling for too long, Laura.  Don’t you think so?”

“But I hate the fact that you’re taking advantage of me this time,” I protest, but my voice is so lusty that there is absolutely no power of protection.

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.  You’re still doing that.”

“Laura, I’ve known the secret since last summer but I decided to keep it to myself.  But my urge to be close with you tortures me.  I can’t sleep.  I can’t study properly.  So, I decide maybe it’s the time to talk with you with this little secret as an excuse.”

“That’s not a good excuse.” I try to show my anger.  Unfortunately, my whole body tells him that I’m all thrilled and happy.

“I know I’m dirty and mean but I feel it’s better to let you know.  And here’s the deal: you can say yes and we move ahead, or say no then nothing is going to happen.”

I hate this Brody.  Now he throws the ball back to me.  What am I going to say?  Say yes?  Honestly, that’s what I really want to say.  But I’m a wife and my husband treats me well.  I can’t say that.  It’s just too immoral, too inadequate.

I smile slightly and then lower my head. I dare not look at him.  My heart is beating vigorously.  My breath is shallow and fast.  My cheeks are burning hot.

Suddenly, two huge hands land on my shoulders.  It. Is. Him.  I moan slightly and toss my head back, parting my lips a bit, waiting for his kiss.  The word pretending disappeared from my dictionary.

He holds my cheeks and kisses me slightly.  Then he rubs my lips a few times with his. “Laura, let’s go in.”

I stand up and drag my feet. Excitement and guilt have seized my body simultaneously, paralyzing it completely.  My head is all blank, I’m unable to think at all.

I find myself in the house, then upstairs, then in the bedroom.  Brody is stripping me.

“Brody,” I hold his hands to stop him.

“Laura, you don’t want it?”

I shake my head and then nod firmly.  Gosh, I am so confused.  Swallowing hard, I try to piece everything together.  Then I murmur, “Cayson will be home soon.”

“He will not.” Brody’s voice is full of confidence.

“Why?” My eyes widen.  How come he’s so sure?

“Because Dad asked him to come over for some repair work in the house.”

“Really?” My eyes brighten.  Oops!

Then I understand. “Brody, you set everything up, did you?  You mean bitch.” I try to hide my smile but it appears big time.

“Yes. For you, Laura.”

I throw my body on his. “Brody, trust me, I’m not that dirty.”

“Yeah, I know, Laura.” He kisses me hard.

I kiss back, gasping.

Within seconds, my body is absolutely naked.  The only thing I’m wearing is my wedding ring.

I take it off and place it on the night stand carefully. Sorry, Cayson.

I lie on the bed, covering my boobs with both hands.  My legs hold together tight.

I’m having a fierce battle in my mind. On one hand, I do want Brody to be in my body, deep and hard but on the other hand, I do feel guilty for betraying my husband.

Brody stands right beside me, all naked.  He gives me a few light kisses and then whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Laura.”

“Brody...” I look at him.

“What?”

“Can we… stop?” My voice is almost completely inaudible.

“Are you speaking from your heart, Laura?”

I look at him for a long time and then shake my head slightly.

“Can you please spread your arms and legs?” His voice is so soft, yet so powerful that my limbs spread automatically.

Brody bends down and sucks in my nipple, teasing it with his rough lips and powerful tongue.

My moan turns louder and then grows into growling and gasping when he rubs my boobs with both hands while sucking my nipples.

“Oh, Brody, oh, please…” I push my hips high and pull his head down hard.  Before he can do anything, I order, “Brody, FUCK ME NOW.  Ummm, hmmm…  You’re so fucking incredible.”

Brody gets onto the bed and lowers his body carefully on mine.  Gosh.  That crush. I feel as my boobs are all squeezed out of my body but it’s absolutely exciting.

I spread my legs wide.  Juices gush out immediately.  I grab his thick cock and bring it to the center of my pussy hole.

“Fuck me now, Brody.”

He fucks in.  The cockhead pushes through my hungry pussy walls, setting fire to every cell right away.  Then his bumpy shaft follows, adding a ton of gas to the fire.

I hold him tight and scream, sharp and loud.  Soon, my body is all wet.

Tightness grows in the middle of my body, accompanied by a growing fireball.  They move and expand rapid along my spine, up to my head and down to my crotch.  A huge orgasm seizes my body completely.  I scream, enjoying every pump and kiss…

“Laura, how many orgasms did you have?”

I bury my face in his muscular chest and think hard.  “One,” I look at him, sticking my middle finger on his chin.

“I want an honest answer,” He gives me a big kiss.

I “think” again. “Two.” I stick both my index and middle fingers on his lips.

“As I said, I want an honest answer.”

I stick all five fingers on his rough cheek. “Are you happy now?”  To be honest, I’m not sure how many orgasms I had.  Two, or three, or four?  I don’t really care, but I know my body is absolutely, totally satisfied this time.  His young cock is absolutely powerful yet durable, fucking me like forever.

Suddenly, I get a great idea.

“Brody?”

“What?”

“Can you please do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything.”

“How about we arrange something… you know, you, me, and Cayson getting together?”

“You mean a threesome? Absolutely.” He grins.  “Let me call him.” He sits up.

“Oh, no you don’t.” My heart pounds.  Then I remember something.  I get off the bed and lift the window curtain a bit.  Gosh, it’s all dark outside.

Hmmm, it’s getting late.  I get back into bed, roll over, and push him down.  “Let’s get some good sleep.”  Gosh, aren’t I tired after being fucked thoroughly?

Brody raises head and listen carefully.

“Brody, what the fuck are you doing?” I pull his body hard.

“I gotta go.”

“No fucking way, Brody.  You stay for the night.” I pull again.

He listens again. “A car is coming into the garage.  Listen…”

I listen intensely.  He is so fucking right.

“Brody, get out of this house, quick, you bastard.  Oh, fuck, move your ass.  Cayson is home, don’t you know that?”

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Book 2: Pop Her Cherry
By Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

The airport was crowded as Katie made her way off the plane. People pushed from every direction as they tried to rush to and from their destinations. It was weird being back in the states; things were so hurried, not like Europe.

She was already missing the beautiful country and the people as she stood at the luggage claim watching suitcases travel in circles while their owners anxiously waited for them.

Her bag was large, and as she tugged at it, part of the material ripped from underneath. No one helped her with the suitcase that was twice her size; everyone was too busy with their own schedule.

“Welcome home,” She thought to herself.

Katie looked around for her mother, Maria, but didn’t see her. She had expected her to greet her at the airport, especially since it had been over a year since she seen her last, and almost four years since she had actually been home to stay.

All the years she spent at the private school for girls, she dreamed of coming home, thinking maybe things would be different between her and her mother, but here she stood… alone in the airport.

Katie pulled her phone from her bag, and stared at the screen. There were no texts and no missed calls.

“Miss Katie.” Someone said from behind her.

She turned to see an older gentleman holding a sign with her name. He was looking at a picture he had in his hand, and showed it to her.

“Yes, that’s me.” She said.

The photo was outdated. She was still wearing braces, and her long blonde hair was done in tight braids.

“You look different.” The man said.

“Yes, that pictures four years old.” She said.

The man introduced himself as Thomas, and told her he was hired to bring her home.

Katie forced a smile on her face, but her fists clenched from anger. She couldn’t believe the nerve of her mother, not even willing to pick her up at the airport.

Thomas was kind, taking control over her large bag and showing her to the car. A long black limo, well, at least mother was willing to have her picked up in style.

In the car, Katie stared out the window, watching the scenery change from the busy city to the countryside where she lived. Well, where her mother lived. It seemed she spent most of her time away at school, even when she was younger. Katie believed that was so her mother could troll for men without the inconvenience of a child in her way.

Feeling hurt, but also angry, Katie dialed her mother’s number.

“Hello sweetie.” She said.

Her voice was thick and coated in a southern accent that Katie always despised.

“I’m on my way home.” Katie said.

“Good, so Thomas found you then.” She said.

“Yes, but why didn’t you come?” Katie asked.

She hated that she still needed her mother’s love. It was something that she felt she never had, so she couldn’t figure out why it still even mattered, especially now.

“I couldn’t drive.” She said.

Katie listened as her mother told her she had gotten liposuction to remove the fat and cellulite from her arms and legs. It was a never-ending repair job, her mother.

“So, you’re still recovering?” Katie asked.

“Yes, I’m home, and walking… but the medication requires I don’t drive.” She said.

Her mother always loved to continue the medication far longer than necessary, mainly for the high. So, Katie knew that her mother was more than recovered from her latest surgery, and even if she couldn’t drive, she could have ridden with Thomas.

“Joel’s been taking very good care of me.” She said. Katie’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name. Joel was her mother’s husband when she went away to the boarding school for girls.  He was young, beautiful, and funny. Katie had a slight crush on him, and was excited to find out he was still there.

It was so unlink her mother to keep a husband more than three years, and this would be almost four years.

Katie started doing the math, the last time she seen Joel she was 15 and he was 23, so that would make him 27 now, way too old for her mother’s tastes.

The six months before being sent away to boarding school, she and Joel had become great friends. He even wrote to her over the years, and when she came home for visits, he always picked her up and brought her home. But, it had been an entire year she had been gone abroad, and she had not spoken to Joel, she just assumed he had been traded in for a newer model.

“Joel’s still there?” Katie asked.

She knew the surprise in her voice was obvious.

“Yes, he’s still here.” Maria said.

Katie felt a pause of hesitation in her mother’s voice. She wasn’t sure if it was from the question, or the answer.

“Good.” Katie said.

“He’s excited to see you.” She said.

“He wanted to pick you up, but I need him here.” She added.

Katie felt a tingling sensation that was familiar. Her stomach had butterflies and her head felt light at the thought Joel was excited to see her. She wished her mother would have let him come pick her up. The long ride home from the airport would have been more enjoyable with him. Thomas was boring. He didn’t speak, and the darkened divider was up, so she couldn’t even see him.

Katie hung up with her mother, and then leaned back in her seat. Her eyes closed, and she let her mind drift to Joel.

She imagined his lifting her in his strong arms, swinging her around the yard as he smiled. Katie planned out her entire week around Joel, they would take long walks and talk like they used to, she could tell him all about her experiences, and he could complain about her mother, they would swim, play cards, listen to music, and spent every single second together.

Chapter Two

The limo pulled into the long lane to Katie’s large house. It was too large, especially for just her mother and Joel, but her mother always wanted the very best, and with her grandfather’s money, she got what she wanted.

Disappointment filled Katie’s heart as the front doors didn’t open. She wasn’t greeted by Joel running into her arms, just a little yippy dog at the bottom of the entrance steps.

Thomas opened her door, helped her out of the car and then gathered her large suitcase. She felt bad watching him struggle to get it up the long entrance staircase to the door, but she knew she couldn’t lift it.

He rang the doorbell for assistance as Katie gathered the rest of her belongings from the back-seat.

When she turned around, there he was: his hair dark and wavy, his smile wide and bright, and his eyes, oh his eyes, so blue and dreamy.

“Welcome home kiddo!” He said.

Katie walked towards him, waiting for him to take her into his arms like he used to, but he just smiled.

“You look great.” He said.

“Thanks.” Katie said.

She was disappointed. Her long blonde hair was finally styled and no longer pulled in a ponytail or braids. Her braces were gone, and her breasts had finally developed into full rounds that normally got men’s attention, but not Joel.

“You’re all grown up.” He said.

His voice was a little shaky, and Katie could sense he was feeling a little uncomfortable around her. She decided to shake it off, figuring it had just been too long since she had seen him last, and it would take him time to warm back up to her.

She followed him inside. Her mother was lying across the long couch with a white satin robe. She looked like a movie star with her large fake breasts, filled in lips, and numerous hair extensions. Katie knew she had become obsessed with cosmetic surgery and anything that would promise to give her back her youth, but she was beginning to look like someone else, not her mother.

Joel carried the large suitcase up the stairs to her room without any effort. Katie watched as his strong arms hoisted the bag to his waist and hiked the stairs.

“I’m so glad your home, dear.” Maria said.

“Thank you.” Katie said.

She wasn’t sure if she was glad to be home yet or not. The only thing she was sure about was Joel was still as hot as ever, hotter if that was possible.

“Go on up to your room and get settled. We’ll go out for dinner when you get dressed.” Maria said.

Katie felt a tinge of anger fill her gut. If her mother was not able to pick her up at the airport, how was it, she was suddenly able to make it to dinner.

Katie climbed the long spiral staircase to her room. Joel had placed her bag on the floor at the foot of her bed.

“How many surgeries has she done?” Katie asked.

Joel rolled his eyes.

“I quit counting.” He said.

“She looks different.” Katie said.

“Well, she’s scared to death of turning 40 this year.” Joel said.

Katie always felt like he defended Maria, making excuses for her behavior. It drove her crazy.

“She looks 50!” Katie exclaimed.

“Agreed!” Joel said.

He shot Katie a smile, one that looked familiar. She was so glad he was still there. She couldn’t imagine living in the house alone with her mother.

Katie slipped out of her clothes. She had been traveling for hours, and all she wanted to do was shower. Her reflection in the mirror had changed; she was no longer that little awkward kid Joel used to tease. She had turned into a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her hands lingered on her hips, sliding up and down as she visually measured her body in the mirror. There wasn’t much she could complain about, except the small mole on her belly right above her curly patch of hairs.

She looked in the shower in her room, realizing there was nothing stocked. Her mother must not have felt good enough to order someone to get her bathroom ready for her arrival.

“Ugh!” Katie exclaimed and walked back into the bedroom.

Joel was standing in the doorway, frozen as he stared at her naked body. His eyes lingered on her breasts, and then her mole before making it back to her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

Katie was frozen in her own spot. Her breasts felt tight, and her stomach fluttered as his eyes took her in. This was the first man that ever seen her naked and it was Joel. That excited her.

He covered his eyes. Katie grabbed at the throw blanket on the bed and covered herself up.

“I just wanted to ask you where you would like to go tonight. Maria said she is staying in, so I was going to take you out.” Joel said.

Her throat tightened as she gulped. The butterflies in her guy started doing somersaults at the thought of being alone with Joel.

“I would really like a hamburger.” She said.

“A hamburger it is, let me know where you’re ready kiddo.” He said.

Katie watched as he backed out of the room. She knew she should have been embarrassed, but his eyes were so welcomed on her nude body, it surprised even her.

She quickly grabbed her shower bag and stood under the hot water. As it ran down her body, it traced her curves, sliding from her breasts, to her waist, off her hips to her ass cheeks before hitting the shower floor.

That look in Joel’s eyes as he lingered on her body was fresh in her mind, and she knew it was a look of pleasure. The thought of her body pleasing him sent tingles between her legs and tightened her nipples.

“Why did my mom have to marry him? He’s so hot!” She said to herself.

Katie tried to shake off her arousal as she dried off and then dressed. She picked out a cute sundress that showed off her new figure, and let her hair hand down her back. She liked that look he gave her, and she wanted to see it again.

Chapter Three

Maria was still lying on the couch in her white satin robe when Katie came downstairs.

“Where’s Joel?” Katie asked.

Her mother gave her a strange look, almost as if she were jealous.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” She asked.

Her tone was hateful and irritated.

“Yes.” Katie said.

She felt her confidence start to decline from her mother’s disapproval of her sundress.

“You don’t leave much to the imagination do you?” Maria said with a chuckle.

Katie frowned at her mother. Her dress was not revealing. It was short, but not as short as the ones her mother wore, and the bust line was flattering, elegant even.

“I think she looks nice.” Joel said.

Katie was relieved to see him enter the room. He smiled at her kindly, and then gave her a wink.

She watched as he leaned over her mother to give her a kiss. Maria turned her head so he could only kiss her cheek.

“I just got my lips done.” She said.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. They shoved some of that fat in your ass into your lips, so now I can truly kiss your ass.” He said.

His tone was playful, but Katie could sense his irritation with her mother.

Maria grabbed her pill bottle, shot Joel an angry look, and then popped two Vicodin.

“Are you ready?” Joel asked.

Katie nodded. She was ready; ready to get away from her mother, and to spend some time alone with Joel.

Thomas was outside waiting on them, but Joel told him he planned to drive. Katie was relieved to not have a chaperone, and riding beside Joel in his sports car felt not only exciting, but intimate.

The ride into the city was short, and Joel didn’t seem to have much to say. Katie was still feeling a tension between them, as if they were strangers all of a sudden.

She noticed he avoided taking his eyes away from hers throughout dinner. She wanted him to see her, to look at her like he did earlier; like a woman.

The greasy burgers were delicious. She hadn’t had a good American cheeseburger for over a year, and she knew she was less than ladylike as she shoved it into her mouth.

“Slow down.” Joel said.

He was laughing, and for the first time she had arrived home, he seemed relaxed around her.

“It’s just so good.” She said.

She had mustard dripping down her chin and a mouthful as she spoke.

Joel leaned in, wiped the mustard from her face with his napkin, and then lingered for what felt like an eternity.

Katie’s heart pounded inside of her chest, she stared into his eyes and waiting for him to kiss her.

“Well, you ready to head home?” He asked.

“Sure.” She said.

She was disappointed, but she knew she was being silly thinking he would kiss her. He was married to her mother.

The drive home was awkward. He never mentioned walking in on her naked, and throughout the entire night he avoided looking at anything but her eyes. She had picked the sundress out especially for him, hoping that he would enjoy her beauty and she could see that look in his eye again, but it seemed to be gone.

Back at the house, Maria had gone to bed, and the house was quiet. It was too early to go to bed, and she hoped that Joel would want to stay up with her and catch up.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Katie asked.

“I really should go check on Maria.” He said.

He seemed so distant, so different. Katie couldn’t understand the change. He used to love hanging out with her, but now, it was like he couldn’t wait to get away from her.

Katie told him she understood, even though she didn’t. She went upstairs, unpacked her belongings, and could hear Joel and her mother arguing in the next room. She listened in the doorway, making out Joel saying something about a man named Randy, and then she was pretty sure she heard her mother say her name. She quickly shut the door, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation any further.

To her, it just sounded like trouble in paradise. Joel had overstayed his welcome, and her mother was probably ready to read him in for a younger model… as usual.

As Katie unpacked, she found her bikini. It was a warm night, and the pool looked very inviting. She decided to slip it on, and sneak downstairs to the pool for a swim.

The conversation seemed to be over in her mother’s bedroom, so she headed downstairs.

Outside, the night air felt cool on her skin, making the water in the pool feel like bath water.

As she submerged her body into the water, she thought she noticed a shadow in the French patio doors.

After a few minutes, Joel came outside. He sat down in a lounge chair by the pool, and popped open a beer can.

“Beautiful night for a swim.” He said.

“Yes, get in with me…” Katie urged.

“I’m good, but thank you.” He said.

She watched as he sipped on his beer. His eyes lingered on the water, but not on Katie, who swam the length of the pool back and forth.

When she finished five laps, she emerged from the ladder in front of Joel.

Her hair was slicked back by the water, her nipples pushing through the thin material of her bikini top, and her hips barely hanging on to the string bottoms she wore.

She watched as his eyes moved down her body, slowly taking in every inch of her as he sipped on his beer.

When he looked back to her eyes, there was that look she was craving. Excitement spread through her veins like wildfire.

“Good night.” He said.

He quickly got up from his chair, chugged his beer and headed into the house.

Katie was left feeling aroused, anguished, and disappointed yet again. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or even expected of Joel, but it was more than this.

Chapter Four

Katie dried off and went into the pool house. She found a fluffy white robe and hung it by the shower and slipped out of her wet bikini.

Her nipples were hard and erect, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the cold air or the excitement of Joel’s look.

Her hands glided down her body as she stepped under the water. It was warm and soothing, and her skin felt tingly at its touch.

Her hand slid between her legs, sliding past her soft pink skin. She was wet, not from the water, but from her own excitement. The sensation of her fingers gliding across her pussy caused it to ache.

She thought about Joel’s eyes, his dark wavy hair and muscular arms. It was obvious he liked what he saw, and that was creating a stir between Katie’s legs.

Her hand continued to slide between her legs, rubbing gently against her slippery skin. The water tickled her clit with hard blasts as her fingers separated, giving it access to her intimacy.

She wanted Joel to touch her this way; to feel the excitement he stirred in her. She imagined his hand between her legs, closed her eyes and gently stroked her plump lips. Her finger slid in between her folds, and teased the opening of her virgin pussy.

She wanted to know what it was like to have someone make love to her, to fuck her. Her finger slid inside, pushing as deep as she could reach. The water smacked against her breasts like small angry tongues at her nipples, and her hand pumped between her legs causing the water to splash to her feet.

Katie pressed her back against the cool tile, lifted her leg to the bench in the shower, and pushed deeper inside of her pussy with her fingers.

Her juices were flowing down her hand, mixing with the water as she let out a moan. The large empty room echoed her moan, causing her to tense.

The thought of getting caught, especially by Joel fueled her excitement, causing her to fuck herself harder and faster.

Her moans grew, echoing through the pool house. Her knees felt weak, his head went dizzy, and she felt a rush of excitement push through her body as she orgasmed on her hand.

She clenched her legs together, bit her bottom lip and let out a tiny squeal as her body throbbed around her fingers.

She was 19, beautiful, but still a virgin and she hated that fact. She wanted to experience what it was like to be with a man, but not just any man… Joel.

Something sounded in the darkness, similar to a can being kicked. Katie quickly grabbed the fluffy white robe hanging by the shower and wrapped it around her.

She left her wet bathing suit hanging on the bench to dry and walked out into the main pool house.

The room was dark, but a shadow pushed through the darkness and into the night air. Katie felt her heart sink at the thought of someone being inside there, watching her, listening to her. What if it was Thomas she thought?

As she walked through the pool house to the door, she looked down at the beer can on the floor. It was a Budweiser, what Joel drank by the pool while she swam.

Outside, there was no one by the pool, and the French doors to the house were closed tightly. She called out, but no one answered.

She felt a little tingle between her legs at the thought of Joel watching her. But, she still wasn’t sure.

Inside the house, everything was quiet. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and started to head upstairs. She noticed Joel sitting on the sofa, he looked white as a ghost, and his breathing was rapid.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Yes, I Uh was chasing a raccoon off the back porch.” He said.

“So, that was you in the pool house?” She asked.

Joel looked shocked. She could tell he wasn’t sure how to answer that without incriminating himself.

“I, uh, just went in for a second to check things out. I heard a noise, and seen the light…” He said.

He seemed to be stumbling over his words, and making them up as he went along.

Katie smiled. There was something sexy about the way he became embarrassed so easily.

“I didn’t know you were in there.” He said.

Katie still smiled.

“Until I heard the shower…” He added.

One thing Katie knew about Joel, was that he rambled when he was nervous. He was certainly rambling now, and she loved every minute of it.

“Ok, I just heard a noise, and I saw your beer can on the floor.” Katie said.

Her smile was coy, and her eyes wide as she spoke.

“So, how’s mom?” Katie asked.

“She’s fine. Asleep.” He said.

“Good.” Katie said.

“Well, I better get to bed myself.” Joel said.

Katie watched him quickly get up and nervously walk past her. She had shaken him up, and that excited her. She gripped his wrist before he made it to the stairs and spun him around towards her.

Her arms opened, revealing a portion of her right breast, and she moved towards him.

“Can I have a hug?” She asked.

“Of course, kiddo!” He said.

He moved in towards her, pulling her in for a hug. Her chest was pressed against his, and she could feel his heart racing beneath his muscles. His breathing had calmed, but was still winded.

He squeezed her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder. His hot breath caressed her skin, causing her arousal to grow.

As she pushed her body against his, she was sure she felt an erection against her thigh. She pushed harder against it, yes, it was an erection.

Joel pushed away, looked at her with a strange guilt in his eyes, and then kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight kiddo.” He said.

“Goodnight.” She said.

She watched him walk up the stairs. His ass was tight and round in his tight jeans, and his hair fell just to the back of his neck. He was delicious.

Katie closed her bedroom door and went into the bathroom. She opened the white robe, letting it fall to the floor as she stood in front of the mirror.

Her reflection was breathtaking, even to her. She turned to check out her own ass, and then sat on the stool in the bathroom, opening her legs in front of the mirror.

She pushed apart her folds, revealing her tight center, and slid a finger inside while she watched. It was so tight, so small, and the erection pushed against her thigh just moments ago, so large and hard.

Her legs opened wider, and she pushed two fingers inside. She watched as her skin stretched to accommodate the extra meat, but was still curious how it would accommodate a hard cock.

She felt her excitement increase as she watched her pink skin cling to her fingers, tugging on them as if begging them to fuck her harder. She shoved her fingers in deep, holding back her moan as she fucked herself with a fast, steady rhythm.

It was so easy to get worked up when thinking about Joel, and she was surprised at how easily she could reach an orgasm with his eyes in her mind.

A tap at her door startled her. She quickly pulled her fingers from between her legs, and wrapped the robe around her body. She was aching in the spot where her fingers just left, and her breathing had become shallow as her excitement grew.

She walked to the door, slowly opening it up. Joel stood on the other side.

He had a concerned look on his face.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered.

“No, I was up.” Katie said.

She didn’t want to admit she was up fucking herself yet again. Her fingers probably smelled of her pussy, so she shoved them into the pocket of the fluffy robe. She tried to calm her breathing, but she knew it was obvious she had been up to something.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“I was just doing my evening exercises.” She said.

She was surprised at how quickly she came up with a lie. And she had to admit, it was much better than his lies earlier.

“I just wanted to say I was sorry… if I startled you earlier in the pool house.” He said softly.

Katie smiled. He had startled her, but more importantly, he excited her.

“It’s ok.” She said.

“No, it isn’t.” He said.

“I shouldn’t have gone inside at all…” He said.

Katie felt her face turn pink from embarrassment. It was obvious he heard her, or maybe even seen her masturbating in the shower. He just acted too guilty.

“I mean, after walking in on you in here, and then…” He said.

“And then what?” Katie asked.

She had cut him off from finishing his sentence, and he seemed more grateful for that than her.

“And then… scaring you.” He said.

“I wasn’t scared…” Katie said.

Her eyes locked onto his. She had a strange urge to drop her robe, begging for that look again. But, she refrained, kept her composure and smiled.

There was that look again. The one where he noticed her, and was turned on. She didn’t even have to drop her robe to get it…. her entire body felt hot as he looked at her.

“Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight.” Katie responded.

She shut the door, and plopped onto her bed. He really was delicious. His eyes were enough to send her over the edge of an orgasm, so she couldn’t even imagine what his touch could do…. she had decided. Joel was the one she wanted to pop her cherry.

The End of Book 1 of 5

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Book 3: Two Girls One Guy
By Ella Gottfried

Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

This book is a work of fiction.  Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

Chapter One

Izzy drove up the little white farm house in her yellow Volkswagen bug. Her grandfather sat on the porch, rocking in his wooden chair while he watched her park.

She grabbed her suitcase from the backseat of the car her parent’s bought her when she went away to college and headed towards the house.

“How was the drive?” Her grandfather asked.

“Just great.” Izzy replied.

“Your grandma made dinner.” He said, and then motioned her into the house without getting up.

Izzy went into, set her suitcase by the door, and then went into the kitchen. Her grandmother stood at the sink, washing dishes. She was a small woman, almost as wide as she was tall, and had her thick white hair pulled into a bun on top of her head.

“Izzy!” She exclaimed, turning to swallow her up in a hug.

“Are you hungry?” She asked.

“Yes.” Izzy said, and then sat at the old wooden table.

Her grandmother offered some encouraging words, telling her she understood that college wasn’t for everyone.

Izzy ate her ham and beans while listening to the woman talk about how she never went to college and turned out just fine. She felt a sudden urge to run back to school.

She didn’t want to live in the boondocks with no cell service, no friends, and no fun. But, her parent’s gave her little choice once she dropped out of college. She was told she could live there until she saved up money for her own place, or risk losing her car.

“You start work tomorrow, you better get some rest.” Her grandpa said as he entered the kitchen.

“Where?” Izzy asked.

She thought she would have a few days at least to relax and settle in before going to work.

“The diner up the way, they were nice enough to let you start right away.” He said.

“Yeah, how nice of them.” Izzy said with a smirk.

Her grandma showed her to the room in the back of the house. It has a small bed with a wooden headboard shaped like a wagon, and a dresser.

“This is your room.” She said, and then walked back down the hall.

Izzy looked around; there was no television, just a bed, a dresser, and a small nightstand with a lamp. It was a prison cell.

She plopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing she would have been allowed to stay home in her own room back home.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, held it in the air, but no signal could be found. Not only was there no Wi-Fi in this little farm house, but there was no signal either.

Izzy got up and walked out to the porch, holding her phone to the sky. She moved around the front yard looking for a signal, and noticed the closer she got to the barn, the faster her signal strength grew.

Inside the barn, the smell was horrific. The cows stood at the gate, chewing, staring, and judging. She watched as the chickens ran free through the hay, and gated pigs rolled in the mud.

She sat down on a bale of hay and called her parents. She begged them to let her come home, but they told her it was a good life lesson for her to stay. She couldn’t imagine what kind of life lessons she could learn here.

She climbed up the ladder to the loft where she and her cousins use to play as kids. Leaning up against a large pile of hay, she noticed something poking out from under one of the rafters.

She stretched up and pulled on the shiny paper until it broke loose. Two magazines fell into her lap, both with naked women on the cover.

Izzy felt a rush of excitement mixed with guilt as she picked up the top magazine. She looked around to make sure no one was in the barn, and then opened the cover to reveal the dirty images inside.

She had always been curious about sex. Her life at home only included a couple friends, both of which were introverts like herself, so she had never experienced anything yet. She hoped college would have been different, but she found herself locked in her dorm room, drawing her comics and smoking pot alone there too.

Her roommate was one of the popular girls, always going to parties, and surrounded by friends. She never invited Izzy, so that was part of her reason for coming home.

She felt her nipples harden as she thumbed through the images of women with large bushes. The familiar tingle in between her legs reminded her of how she felt when her roommate used to undress in front of her at college.

The female form intrigued Izzy, the curves, the hair, the pink flesh that hid beneath the folds; it was all erotic to her.

She stopped on the centerfold, unfolding it to reveal a beautiful woman. Her body was leaned back, as if floating on a cloud, and her legs open to reveal a pink clitoris pushing out from her bush.

Izzy slid her hand into her shorts, and then inside of her panties. Her own pink flesh was beginning to ache as she looked at the image of the woman. Her large breasts had a pink center, displaying little bumps around her hardened nipple.

She flipped to the next page where the same woman arched her back, spreading her pussy apart with her pink painted fingernails.

Izzy rubbed her own clit, feeling her slippery juices flow from her center. Her fingers slid between her plump lips, spreading herself open like the woman in the photo. She slid a finger inside of herself, pushing it deep as she arched her back mimicking the woman.

Her head fell back as she dropped the magazine onto her belly, and her finger pumped inside of her hard and deep. The palm of her hand rubbed against her swollen clit, creating the friction she needed to release her sexual tension onto her hand.

Her body quivered as she felt her pussy pulsate, and then the throbbing began underneath her palm. She felt her legs tighten, causing her pussy to clench around her hand as she let loose of her orgasm.

With the peak of her excitement came a soft moan that echoed through the barn. Izzy felt herself come back to reality as the barn door pushed open.

She shoved the magazines under the pile of hay, wiped her sticky fingers on her panties, and quickly fastened her pants.

“You in here?” Her grandpa’s voice echoed.

“Up here.” Izzy said as she climbed down the ladder.

“What the hell you doing up there?” He asked.

“I was trying to get service.” Izzy said, holding her phone up in the air.

“Well, I have to feed the animals, and you need to get in bed.” He grumbled.

“You have to be at the diner first thing.” He said.

Izzy smiled nervously as she rushed past her grandpa and headed towards the house.

Inside, she closed her bedroom door, undressed, and wore a large T-shirt to sleep in. Before she put on her panties, she squatted down in front of the mirror, spreading herself open in front of it, wondering if she was as beautiful as the woman in the magazine.

She fell onto the bed, slid her new panties on, and then climbed under the blankets. The images of the women in the magazine still floated around in her head. She wasn’t sure why the female body turned her on so much, because she felt equally as excited by the male form, so she knew she just needed some experience to discover what it was that she really wanted.

Chapter Two

A knock on the door woke Izzy from a peaceful slumber. Her head lifted from the pillow to hear her grandpa’s voice beckoning her from the other side of her bedroom door.

“Get up!” He shouted.

Izzy pulled herself up, looked out the window at the dark sky, and wondered what time it was.

She stepped out of bed, hitting the cool hardware floor with her bare feet, and then fumbled through her suitcase for a pair of shorts.

At the door, her grandpa stood, smiling with what was left of his teeth.

“I said first thing.” He said.

“I thought you meant first thing in the morning… like 9, it is still dark.” Izzy protested.

“It’s 5 O’clock.” He argued, and then disappeared down the hall.

Izzy could smell breakfast coming from the kitchen as she headed that direction.

Her grandma stood at the stove, turning bacon with a metal fork as it fried.

“You hungry?” She asked.

“Yes.” Izzy said, even though she was still too tired to eat.

She grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard and filled it with the hot liquid brewing in the pot.

Her grandpa came into the kitchen, sat at the table, and within seconds her grandma poured him a cup of coffee and delivered it to him.

Izzy watched as her grandma server her grandpa a plate full of biscuits and gravy, three slices of bacon, and a two fried eggs.

She watched the man as he never said thank you, and never even smiled at his wife who waited on him so diligently.

Before Izzy could get up to make her own plate, her grandma delivered it to her, just as full as her grandpas.

“I would have made my own.” Izzy said.

Her grandma smiled at her lovingly, and then made her own plate before sitting down.

“Are you excited about your new job?” She asked.

Izzy couldn’t imagine what there could be to get excited about. The old diner at the end of the lane was run down, the food sucked, and she would be on her feet all day for little to no tips.

“Sure,” She said instead of being rude.

Izzy ate her bacon, and stabbed at her eggs with her fork. She wasn’t really hungry, but she knew her grandma went to a lot of trouble to make her food, so she forced as much of it down her throat as she possibly could before she got up from the table.

“We leave in 20 minutes.” Her grandpa announced.

“I need more time than that to get ready.” Izzy said.

“No time to get all pressed up, you overslept, get dressed so we can go.” He said.

Izzy rolled her eyes once she had her back turned from the old man. She remembered suddenly why she hated coming to their farm when she was a kid. The only thing that made it enjoyable was her grandma’s squishy hugs, and her cousins, but grandpa was a pain in the ass.

She went into her room, closing the door. She pulled the T-shirt from her head, throwing it on the floor, and searched through her bag for something to wear.

A pair of tan khaki shorts and a blue T-shirt was selected, and she quickly dressed. Her mother always argued with her about her clothing choices, saying she dressed like a boy and hid her cute figure. Izzy wore what was comfortable. She wasn’t comfortable showing off her body, and she wasn’t sure it was as cute as her mother said.

“Let’s go!” Her grandpa shouted as he tapped on her door.

“Five minutes!” Izzy yelled back.

She pulled her hair into a pony tail, decided to forget about any makeup, and opened up the door.

Her grandpa stood in the doorway, looking as if he was tapping his foot.

Izzy thought she saw him roll his eyes as he turned to walk down the hall. She wanted to slap him upside the head for his pushy behavior.

He stood at the front door while her grandma gave her a hug and a kiss. She wished her luck on her first day, and with every encouraging word, her grandpa became more impatient and frustrated.

“She’ll be home for dinner… it’s not like she’s going away to college or anything…” Her grandpa said with his annoying sarcasm.

Izzy followed him to the old beat up pickup truck. She climbed into the passenger side and watched him as he struggled to climb in the driver’s side.

She knew they were getting old. She began to wonder if she would be able to save enough money in this lonely town to get out before they kicked the bucket, and if she didn’t, would she inherit the farm and be stuck here?

The drive to the diner was short, so Izzy figured she would walk from now on, instead of riding along with the grumpy man every morning.

The lane was long, but they only passed two houses before making it into town. It would take less time to walk across town than it would to get to her nearest neighbor’s house.

Izzy couldn’t imagine living here. She had been here one day, and already she wanted out of this small town.

The diner sat on the corner, with a general store beside it. Across the street, a bank, a hardware store, and a feed store were situated next to a large park. There wasn’t much in the town, not like what Izzy was used to.

When her parent’s sent her, they said it should take her about a year to get enough money for a move, but Izzy was not willing to give this place more than a couple months, even if she had to live on the streets once she left.

Chapter Three

The diner was the only thing lit up on the street, and inside, a large man wearing a stained apron greeted them at the door.

“This must be little Elizabeth.” He said.

“Yeah, all grown up and ready to work.” Her grandpa said with a smirk.

“Izzy, I don’t go by Elizabeth anymore.” She said.

“Izzy?” The man said, and then placed his finger on his chin like he was thinking.

“Ok, Izzy it is.” He agreed, as if she had asked him for his approval.

“She’s all yours,” Her grandpa said, and then headed for the door.

Izzy felt strange standing there with the man who looked as if he just butchered a cow in the back. At least she hoped it was a cow.

“Ok. First things first, you need a uniform.” He said.

He was friendly as he tugged at her hand, pulling her towards the back office.

He grabbed an ugly orange and yellow dress from the rack behind his desk and handed it to Izzy.

“You can wear those shoes today, but tomorrow you need to find a pair of white tennis shoes.” He said.

Izzy held the dress and stared at the man in disbelief. She knew she would have to wear a uniform, but she was hoping for something a little more flattering.

“You can change in here.” He said, leaving her alone and closing the door behind him.

She stripped out of her khaki’s and T-shirt, and pulled the dress up over her head. It was tight in the chest, causing her small, but perky breasts to push through the neckline.

Having her breasts, the focus of attention was not something Izzy was comfortable with, so she opened the door and motioned for the man to come back to the office.

“I don’t think this fits.” She said.

“Let me see.” He said, pulling the door open.

The smile on his face let Izzy know he found her focal point, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

“That fits perfect.” He said.

He grabbed a nametag from his drawer, wrote the name Izzy on it, and then handed it to her.

Izzy signed as she pinned the tag to her chest. The skirt was shorter than she would prefer, showing her knees, and at least five or six inches of skin above them.

The man finally introduced himself as Sam, and then proceeded to show Izzy what she would be doing for the day.

They went over the menu, the daily specials, and the cash register. It was all pretty simple, but it was a lot to learn in just the few moments before they opened.

A tall blonde walked through the front door wearing the same ugly uniform as Izzy. She smiled and introduced herself as Valerie, and then took over for Sam while she showed Izzy how to do her job.

The woman had large breasts that almost fell out of the uniform. Her nipples popped through the material, letting Izzy know she neglected to wear a bra. When she bent over to grab the coffee cups, her skirt revealed a small part of her panties, and a good part of her ass cheeks.

Valerie caught Izzy staring at her backside when she bent over and laughed.

“Yeah, the skirts short, so expect the dirty old men to ask for a clean coffee cup.” She said with a smile.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to put the cups and other stuff up higher?” Izzy asked.

“Sam put them there for a reason.” She laughed.

“And besides, that’s how you get the best tips.” She added.

The first customer walked through the door. A small man who had to be at least 65. He wore a straw hat, a plaid shirt, and stiff bright blue jeans. He took a seat at the counter.

“Who’s the new girl?” He asked Valerie.

“That’s Izzy, she’s training today.” She said.

The man smiled at her, and then winked. Izzy stared, somewhat shocked from the man’s open flirt.

Izzy tagged along as Valerie took the man’s order, grabbed him a clean coffee cup while he gawked at her ass, and then leaned over the counter to wipe up his spill while pushing her breasts close to his face.

When the front door opened again, sounding a small bell, Valerie told Izzy to take the table.

Two men, probably in their early 30’s took a seat in a booth towards the back. They wore tight T-shirts, blue jeans, and baseball caps. Their muscles bulged through their sleeves, and they both smiled at her as she stood at their table.

“Can I take your order?” She asked.

The first man stared at the menu, while the other was fixated on her breasts. Izzy felt a sudden surge of excitement, but the feeling of embarrassment was stronger.

The first man ordered the breakfast special, and then winked at Izzy. His eyes were deep blue, his stubbles on his face rugged and manly, and caught herself getting lost in his deep voice.

The second man spoke up, giving her his order and pulling her from her daydream about the man’s hard abs, strong arms, and beautiful smile.

Izzy was bright red as she brought the ticket over to Sam.

“That’s Tommy and Caleb, hot huh?” Valerie asked.

“Yeah,” Izzy said, and then turned an even brighter shade of pink.

“Caleb is a perv, but a good fuck.” Valerie said.

Izzy was shocked the woman was so candor about her experiences. But, if Izzy was to have any experience, Caleb was not the one she found the most attractive, it was Tommy.

“What about Tommy?” Izzy asked.

“He’s shy. Maybe you can pull him out of his shell?” Valerie teased.

Izzy brought their food to the table, setting it down in front of them without making eye contact. Her face was still bright red, and she knew the men were probably having fun watching her struggle.

“Thanks sweetheart.” Caleb said with a wink.

Tommy just smiled.

Izzy walked away, and then took the order at the next table where a man and wife sat. She was surprised the diner was so busy. She thought everyone was like her grandma, up at the crack of ass and serving everyone in the house a home cooked breakfast.

When Tommy and Caleb left, Tommy smiled, and Caleb winked. Izzy wished it was the other way around, but it still felt good to get some attention or a change.

She picked up the bill from the table, as well as the money and brought it to the register.

“Valerie, this must be wrong.” She said.

Izzy handed her the bill and the $20 left with it.

“The bill was only eleven dollars…” Izzy said.

“Well, looks like you just made a nine dollar tip, and you got a date…” She said with a smile.

She handed the bill to Izzy, turning it over so she could read the message left by Caleb.

If you want to have some fun in this town, call me 267-8465 J

“How do you know that’s Caleb?” Izzy asked, hoping it wasn’t.

“That’s his number, and his style. Tommy is too shy.” She said.

Izzy shoved the bill into the register.

“You don’t want the number?” Valerie asked.

“No.” Izzy said.

Chapter Four

The breakfast crowd slowed down, and Izzy got to talk to Valerie for a while before the lunch crowd started.

Valerie told her how she used to party at the lake when she was younger, and that Izzy was going to love the parties.

Izzy had never been to a party in her life, and since she didn’t know anyone her age in this small town, she was ready to bet she would never see a party here either.

“I remember skinny dipping, making out on the hill….ahh, I miss those days when everyone was so free.” Valerie said.

“You don’t party there anymore?” Izzy asked.

“I mean, you’re still young.” She added.

“It’s kind of like a rite of passage here. Once you hit 30, you have to stop partying and settle down.” She said.

Izzy wondered if her mom and dad partied at the lake. Valerie made it sound like it got really wild out there, and she just couldn’t imagine either of her parents being free about anything.

Sam came out of the kitchen and butted into the girl’s conversation.

“Oh yeah, I remember the party days at the lake.” He said with a grin and then slapped Valerie on the ass.

She let out a little squeal, and then smiled at him as if she liked his smack.

When he disappeared back into the kitchen, Valerie’s lips curled into a smile.

“So, you and Sam?” Izzy asked.

“Back when things were open and free, sure.” Valerie said.

Izzy couldn’t imagine Valerie with Sam. She was beautiful, tall and lean, and Sam was short, wide and lacking any attractive qualities that she could see.

“Looks like we’re getting a crowd of young ones, you take them.” Valerie said, motioning to the door.

Five kids walked inside and took the corner booth. They all looked like they were between 18 and 23. Izzy was excited to see people her age in the small town, but she knew from experience, that didn’t always mean she was going to have friends.

She walked over to the table. A lanky red head boy with freckles smiled at her. The brunette girl sitting beside him have her a smirk she was used to, one that said not to bother trying to be friends. The two blonde guys in the center were arguing over who was the stronger swimmer, and the blonde on the end had curly hair, big green eyes, and a warm inviting smile.

“You’re new.” The blonde on the end said.

“Yes, started today.” She said.

“I mean to the town.” The blonde said.

“Oh yeah. I am staying with my grandparents for a while.” Izzy said.

“Good.” The blonde said and smiled softly.

Izzy felt like she was flirting with her, but she had never been flirted with before, so she wasn’t sure.

The two blonde guys had quit arguing, and started demanding Izzy’s attention as they ordered over top of each other.

Once Izzy got everyone’s order, she brought the ticket to Sam.

While she made their drinks, she kept catching the blonde girl’s eyes on her. It gave her a rush of excitement.

“Thank you,” The blonde said as she sat her Coke in front of her.

“I’m Sherry.” She said, extending her hand to Izzy.

“Izzy.” She said, taking the girl's hand.

She felt a tingle in her breasts as the girl smiled at her while holding her hand.

“Yeah, it’s on your name tag.” The brunette said with sarcasm in her tone.

“Don’t be a bitch Sue.” One of the blondes said as they pushed her on her shoulder playfully.

She rolled her eyes, and then sipped on her Cherry Coke as she stared at Izzy.

Izzy left the table and went back to the kitchen. She helped Sam get their plates together, and then Valerie helped her carry it out to them.

The brunette turned her attentions to Valerie, staring her down as she placed her burger in front of her. Sherry smiled at Izzy, watching her every move. Her eyes were deep green and pierced into Izzy’s skin as they stared.

Izzy smiled back at the girl, and caught one of the blonde boys staring at her as she did. Izzy wasn’t sure if he was her boyfriend or not, but he seemed a little possessive over Sherry. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Sherry giggled.

Izzy walked back behind the counter, feeling as though maybe she misread the girl’s friendly nature.

“Looks like you made a new friend.” Valerie said, nodding towards the table of kids.

“Yeah, probably not.” Izzy said.

“Why not, Sherry seemed pretty friendly towards you.” She said.

“Yeah, and that brunette gave me the look to stay away.” Izzy said with a nervous chuckle.

“Sue?” Valerie said, rolling her eyes.

“That girl is a bitch.” She said.

“Yeah, and I know well enough to stay away from bitches.” Izzy said.

“Don’t let her get to you honey, I used to date her daddy, so she hates me too.” Valerie laughed.

Izzy started wondering if Valerie dated everyone in the town. Maybe her working next to her was going to give her the same reputation. She wanted to make friends, not enemies.

“We were in love, until he knocked her momma up. And trust me; her momma is a  bigger bitch than that little girl.” Valerie said.

“He cheated on you?” Izzy asked.

“Not exactly. It’s a long story.” Valerie said, looking sad.

Izzy watched her as she walked away. She was intrigued by the woman, and figured she could at least keep her informed about the people in the town, even if she may end up with a bad reputation by being her friend. Izzy thought to herself “This may be the only friend I get.”

She went to the table of kids and started clearing their plates. The red headed boy asked for a refill, and the two blonde boys started arguing over who was going to pay the bill.

Izzy avoided contact with the blonde girl as she watched the brunette glare at her. She took the plates, dropped them to the kitchen, and then refilled the Coke for the boy at the end with red hair.

As she watched them all get up to leave, the blonde girl lingered at the table until they all made their way to the door.

The redheaded boy and the brunette girl walked outside, while the two blonde boys shoved money towards Valerie to pay the tab.

The blonde girl walked over to Izzy and smiled.

“It was good to meet you Izzy.” She said.

“You too.” Izzy said, feeling the flutter in her stomach.

“Are you working tomorrow?” She asked.

“Yes.” Izzy answered.

She had never discussed a schedule with Sam, but she was working tomorrow, no matter what, even if for free, just to see Sherry again.

“Good, I will come by for lunch then.” She said.

Izzy watched her turn and walk away. She was short, but thin. Her curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked, and her tiny birthmark on her back was revealed when she leaned over to pick up the dollar one of the blonde boys dropped.

Izzy cleared the table, wiped it down, and pocketed the $8 in tips left on the table. She couldn’t get Sherry out of her mind. She couldn’t wait to see her again tomorrow.

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Book 4: Mercy’s Two Men
by Ella Gottfried

Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

This book is a work of fiction.  Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

Chapter One

“Mercy, I just can’t come back in yet, little Adreana is just at this fussy stage where she won’t let me out of her sight. Maybe it would be best if you found someone to take my place? I’m really sorry.”

Staring down at the answering machine I wanted to scream, cry, and break something all at the same time. Jenna was the second one of my stylists to quit in a month.

They’d both recently had children and simply didn’t want to come back to work yet.

That left me and my remaining stylist in a pinch, having to cover their appointments and explain to their clients what had gone wrong. It also left me overworked and unable to keep up with my responsibilities.

If I stayed late at work my home life suffered, if I went home to keep my husband happy and keep things going there my business suffered. It was a no-win situation and I needed a fix yesterday!

Pulling out the help wanted sign I kept at the desk I went to the window in the front of my shop in a more affluent area of Charlotte, North Carolina and placed the sign in a corner. I needed help or I was going to drown in work!

I looked at myself in the mirror as I went back to my station, noticing how tired my 27 year old face looked and the shop wasn’t even open yet.

“Girl, you know you’re cute, stop primping!” Mary, my remaining stylist said as she came out of the back. “If I was into women I’d be all over you!”

“Yeah, I’m sure!” My gray eyes were rather entrancing, so people told me, and my body wasn’t too awful bad either.

“You still thinking of going blonde or are you going to leave it that dark auburn shade?”

“Still haven’t made my mind up.” I said as a tall blond god walked up to the sign in the window and stopped. “Speaking of blonds, check this out.”

Well over six feet tall, with a face that should be gracing a romance novel and a body that just would not quit, even through the tight t-shirt he wore, the man was sex, pure raw sex.

Mary and I both perked up as he came into their shop, but then deflated as we realized he wanted a job. I may be married but I’m not dead yet. I knew the man must be gay the moment he asked about the job.

And he was married too if that gold band on his left hand meant anything. He didn’t have a lisp, even his voice was sexy, and he wasn’t overly feminine, but I just knew somehow that the man was gay.

What a shame for womankind, I thought as I handed him an application.

I took his necessary paperwork, asked some questions about his experience, and asked when he could start.

“I can give you a trial run today if you’d like.” He said with a dirty grin as he looked me over, a teasing gleam in his light golden brown eyes.

I suppressed a shiver of glee and glanced down at his application.

“Well, Alex, we’ll see how you do, shall we? Let me make some calls and then we’ll see how it goes. If you need to make a call to a loved one about being gone today, go ahead, I’ll be a few minutes.”

I tried not to let my hips sway as I walked back to my office but the purr of satisfaction as I walked back to the room from behind me let me know that maybe Alex wasn’t as gay as I’d originally thought.

Making some calls I quickly found out that Alex was licensed and in good standing with the state and his last employer was satisfied with the work Alex had done.

Walking back out to the shop floor I approached Alex, who was typing into this phone.

“I just have one question, why did you leave your last job?” I asked as I stood before him, my legs slightly apart and my hands folded over my chest as I looked down at him.

“Let’s just say things became too hot for me so I got out of the kitchen, shall we? I have a partner to think about, I didn’t need the kind of heat that was about to fall on that place with some of the shadiness that was happening there. I don’t mess with drugs, not my thing.” He finished as he stood up.

That little speech had also confirmed my suspicions; he had a partner. It was cool with me but still, I was disappointed for some reason.

The man was superhot but I’m married, anyway. Stop drooling over someone you can’t have anyway, I admonished myself.

“Ah, I see. No, I don’t blame you for getting out. Well then, Mrs. Johnson is coming in about 5 minutes, she’s one of our more trying clients. Let’s see how you handle her. You can use my equipment and station if you’d like. Good luck.” I said as I threw Alex to the wolves.

I wanted to see how he responded to the worst of our clients to know how he’d handle the best. If he could handle demanding, rude, opinionated Mrs. Johnson, well then, he could handle anyone.

As Alex soon charmed Mrs. Johnson into doing anything he wanted her to do with just the right words as I watched his approach and thought the old biddy is just showing off in front of a man. The elderly woman actually tittered.

I let him get on with the appointment and started catching up on some of the paperwork I simply hadn’t had time to complete.

Yes, this is what I needed, I thought as I cleared an invoice and put in an order for more products, time to take care of my business.

I popped out of my office and stood in the doorway as Alex ushered Mrs. Johnson out the door, her hair newly styled, and without a single complaint.

“Well done, Alex. You’re hired.” I said as Mary and I both clapped our hands. “Can you stay for the day?”

“I sure can, bring it on!” Alex said with a grin, holding up a $20 bill.

“She tipped you? She tipped you $20? Oh I’m going to kick that old bat in the knee the next time I see her!” Mary swore with a laugh, her lone black and blue hair swinging around her hips as she moved to her chair. “Good for you, Alex! She’s yours from now on.”

Yes, I believe Alex was exactly what we needed, I thought as I went back to my office, happy that the man was capable and good at what he did.

Now, if I could just sort my home life out as easily.

Chapter Two

Driving up to the two-story suburban home I shared with my husband at the end of a cul-de-sac at 6 pm that evening, I was glad to be home while the sun was still up, even if it was starting to go down.

Tonight, I’m going to relax, I thought as I got out of the car.

Tomorrow I’ll start sorting paperwork at home but tonight I’m going to relax. I might even talk David into a little sex, if I’m lucky.

Walking into my home I saw the cleaner had been in and left a bill. I left it where it was and went straight to the bathroom of the master bedroom.

The room with the giant Jacuzzi tub was my refuge, my hideaway, and I started to run the water and added some of my favorite scented bubble-bath.

I quickly slipped out of my clothes and into the hot soothing water, actually sighing as the tension seemed to just ease away.

I slipped under the water and then back up, wiping water from my eyes. My hands kept going, down my neck, down to my breasts, filling my hands.

I moaned as my own fingers squeezed my nipples and wondered if I had time to get myself off before my husband came home.

David wasn’t home which meant he was probably working late, but he could come home at any minute.

There was a time when he would have texted me to let me know what was going on with him. Now we virtually led separate lives.

I don’t think my husband ever had affairs but he didn’t spend a lot of time at home anymore. He was always at a softball practice with his work crew or doing paperwork, meetings; there was always something that kept him away.

Perhaps I simply bored him now? As my supple fingers moved over my gently rounded stomach and over the smooth expanse of my groin I thought that couldn’t be it.

I still made an effort, I still asked for sex. He’d just become complacent I guess.

David thought a nipple twist, 30 seconds of fingering, and 5 strokes of his cock inside of me was satisfying. He’d learned what got me off the quickest early in our marriage and had created a routine.

The routine simply didn’t work anymore. I knew he cared about me, but now the spark was simply gone.

I can remember a time when he used to pull me into the nearest dark spot to push my skirt up to get his fingers deep into my pussy to get me off before he’d fuck me against a wall.

Four years of marriage and two careers later and we barely even saw each other most weeks.

I used to wear skirts every day simply because it gave David better access to my body. He’d just finished his residency as a dentist when we met and fell in love.

I was working for another shop then and I wanted nothing more than to be his wife and please him. We’d married in style, certain our love was forever and plunked a good chunk of change on it.

Then we bought the house and I became bored sitting around being the doctor’s wife, so I opened my own shop. We stopped seeing each other so often, we stopped making time for each other, and David pretty much disappeared.

I still spent a lot of time at home alone but at least now I had Alex to think about. David used to be well-built and he looked after himself. Three months ago he’d stopped going to the gym and it was starting to show. The lean muscles were slowly disappearing under the onslaught of donuts and flavored coffees his office girls brought in to him.

I felt a tingle in my clit as I compared Alex’s hard body with David’s softer one. Mm, now there was a thought to get you off.

I imagined my husband watching me as I sucked Alex’s cock deep into my throat, my nimble fingers pressing into my clit as my other hand slid around my wet breasts.

What would David do? Would he be angry and tear me away from Alex? Or would he watch, stroking his own cock into a swift orgasm?

A moan escaped my mouth as I built myself up, my fingers working in a swift sure motion on my clitoris.
I started to come as the final possibility played the naughtiest pictures yet in my mind.

An image of David shoving his cock into my dripping pussy from behind sent me over the edge as my fingers pinched my nipple a little harder, my bottom coming up off of the tub as I came incredibly hard. A final image of Alex coming down my throat flashed before me as I lost all control.

“Fuck me!” I cried out as my breathing evened out and my body settled down. Where had those thoughts come from?

Chapter Three

Sexual tension wasn’t even the word for it!

For a gay man, Alex sure knows how to make a woman pant for it. My god, I was like a lovesick teenager over the man.

Even Mary was snickering about our traded barbs and the looks we gave each other.

I ended that week a very confused, out of control, sex-mad nympho!

That hour I spent in my office doing paperwork each day? Yeah, well now I spent at least 20 minutes of it getting myself off to fantasies of Alex fucking me against the wall or over my desk.

He’d really gotten me going earlier when I said I needed to sit down, my feet were killing me.

“I’ve got just the place you can sit, Mercy, and you won’t be worrying about those pretty feet of yours anymore either.” He growled at me as I walked by.

I’d looked at him, wondering for the thousandth time if he was serious. I gave back as good as I got.

“You know you couldn’t handle this. You’d get one taste of what I got and men throughout the state of North Carolina would start plotting my death. No thank you.”

“They might but it would be worth it for that taste of you.” He said with a burning look that made my knees weak.

If I only knew if he was serious or not! He lived with a man, identified as gay, and though he flirted with women it was never this serious.

I don’t know exactly how it all started but from day one we’d been trading sexual barbs, innuendo, and building this tension up.

Maybe it was just me? Maybe I’d built up this desperate housewife scenario in my own head?

Fuck, this is just too confusing!

Besides, I’m married. To David. Boring, never home, pump-pump-done David.

I couldn’t cheat on him.

Could I?

My hands travelled under my skirt once more.

I know, I’ve started wearing skirts again. First in the off-chance my husband would notice and get turned on when I came home in the evenings, and second, because it saved me time if I had to rush off to my office to finger myself.

And I had secret hopes that Alex would try to lift it.

Yes, it’s that bad.

I tried to stop myself but the thought of Alex, only feet away, smelling divine, his hard body just there for the touching drove me to do things I wouldn’t normally do. Like masturbate in my office, in the restroom, at home, in the car late at night after a long day before driving home.

You get the picture, right?

Just as I was finishing up, my phone started to buzz.

Picking the phone up I looked to see who the text was from. A text from Alex? But he’s in the other room, why didn’t he just come to the door?

“I hope you were thinking of me when you came.”

Holy shit, how did he know what I was doing? And how very cheeky! With a smirk I replied.

“As if. What could you do for me? You’re gay.”

“Yes, but that makes the fantasy even better doesn’t it?” Came his reply.

Fucker!

Straightening my clothes up I went back out to the floor, not able to look Mary or Alex in the eye. I just called my next customer and started cutting hair.

It was Saturday, which meant I had tomorrow and Monday off. I had to get Alex off of my mind somehow!

Looking over the woman in my chair I saw Alex’s reflection in the mirror watching me from an empty chair as he waited for his next customer.

Then he winked at me and gave me a wicked smile and my knees went wobbly.

I am in so much trouble!

I rushed home that evening and made dinner. Determined to stop my foolishness with Alex and rekindle my marriage I rushed upstairs to change into lingerie, a black ensemble I’d recently purchased with a black silk corset, tiny thong panties, and a robe that was just for show, as you could see straight through it.

I waited at the door for an hour after David sent a text saying he’d be home in an hour. Then I waited in the living room for another hour.

Finally, I threw his dinner in trash and ate my own, alone.

Then I slipped the robe off and tried not to sob myself to sleep.

Where was David?

His failure to come home when he said he would was nothing new, but still. It hurt that he hadn’t even bothered to text me!

I was still awake when he finally came home, close to midnight, and crawled into bed beside me smelling of whiskey and smoke.

David was apparently feeling amorous as he pulled me to his side of the bed and started to nuzzle my neck.

That was something he hadn’t done in a while and I perked up a little. Maybe we’d have some fun drunk sex?

“You smell so fucking good Mercy. Can I fuck you until you can’t walk?” he whispered into my hair.

“Yes please!” I quickly agreed, hoping I might even get some oral sex out of the deal. Sometimes David would go down on me if he was a little bit drunk.

Before I could feel bad about that knowledge I pushed it down and eagerly turned to my husband.

I could feel him hard against my thigh as I slipped one leg between his and hitched myself up so David’s head rested between my cleavage.

He eagerly pushed my breasts together, sucking hard on my nipples to quickly get me wet. He knew that little trick always worked.

I giggled happily as his fingers moved down to my clit, fumbling a little before he finally found the nub of flesh.

His fingers circled my tender button and I began to pant, his mouth drawing hard on my nipples at the same time made me squirm.

Then Alex’s eyes popped into my head, his hard body, and oh my god, his ass!

I was picturing holding his ass, clawing my fingernails into the soft rounded flesh as he pounded into me when I came.

It was so good I even gave a triumphant laugh!

David gave a pleased grunt as my body spasmed and my legs fell open, inviting him in.

Then David was inside of me, fucking me, and I allowed the mental images of Alex to continue. I was getting close to another orgasm, a record for me lately, when I felt David stiffen above me before he let out a moan. I’d been happily smiling, pleased with how well it was all going, then he came and fell on top of me.

Oh. It’s done. He’s done.

“Thanks, Mercy. G’night.” He said as he rolled off of me and immediately started snoring.

Fucking hell. I was in fucking hell. Fuck me until I can’t walk, indeed.

Chapter Four

My weekend was spent avoiding my husband so I wouldn’t tear his head off.

Sunday I stayed outside, cleaning up the yard while he slept off his hangover from the night before, then I spent the evening in the office sorting bills and other household issues.

Monday he went in to work but I got a text from him around lunch time.

“Who is Alex?”

“The new guy at the salon, why?” I replied, still miffed.

“You were moaning his name in your sleep.”

“Oh for God’s sake, David, he’s GAY and MARRIED to a man. Give me a break.”

“Oh,” was all he replied. I’d told him about Alex, but apparently, he hadn’t paid any attention to what I’d said.

I turned the phone’s sound off and went back to the movie I’d been watching.

Let him worry. It might do him some good.

By Tuesday I was spoiling for a fight and not in the mood for much of anything.

Then I walked into the salon and saw Mary and Alex there eagerly waiting for me.

“Alex has news!” Mary all but screamed at me.

Her excitement made my bad mood disappear instantly, and I took her hands as I looked over at Alex with a questioning look?

“I left my partner. It had been coming for a while and he was starting to get rough. I’m better than that. Mary was nice enough to let me move in with her.” Alex said in an even tone.

“I was looking for a new roommate so it worked out. Isn’t this great? We’re going to completely redo the house and we’ve already worked out our schedules and stuff. Oh, it’s perfect!” Mary had let my hands go and was all but jumping up and down now.

“I’m glad for you both, though I’m sorry about your relationship, Alex. I know it can be tough to make a decision like that.” I said with some sympathy.

“It wasn’t so bad, really. There’s brighter things in my future.” He said with a meaningful look.

“Is there indeed?” I asked with a grin.

“Yes, I just need a little mercy from fate and I believe things will work out just fine.” He shot back.

“Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.” I shot back as our first customers of the day came in.

I spent the rest of the day mixing dyes, cutting hair, and perming the heads of little old ladies, and trying to replay Alex’s words over and over in my head. He just needed a little mercy.

I’d give him a whole lot more Mercy then he could handle if I thought he would take me up on it.

That evening we were closing the shop, laughing at each other, when Mary asked if we all wanted to go out to eat.

As it was Tuesday, I knew David wouldn’t be home until late because of softball practice. I agreed and Alex agreed.

We decided to go in my car so only one of us would have to drive and I found a decent restaurant for us to spend an evening in. As jovial as my companions were, I knew this may end up being an all-night thing.

We ordered chicken wings, beer, and lots of hush puppies and prepared for a messy meal of finger food and beer.

We all realized we had to drive home though so we weren’t drunk, just happy and laughing at each other. It was a lovely evening and I hated to see it end, but it had to. We all had to be at work in the morning.

On the drive back to the shop, Mary closed her eyes and rested her head against the window, snores coming from the backseat as we sat in traffic.

Alex looked back at Mary and grinned. “We wore her out with that eating contest.”

“Seems we did. Maybe you should drive her home?” I asked.

“I will. We can ride back in together tomorrow.” He said, turning back to me.

I looked over at him, the car in park while we waited for a minor accident to be cleared from the road. Our eyes met and his gaze fell to my lips.

My hand, of its own free will, moved up to touch his face and he moved closer to me.

“We shouldn’t do this.” I whispered to him.

“I know, but I can’t stop myself. I need to taste you.” He whispered back as he pulled my head to his and our lips met for the first time.

I breathed in deep through my nose, trying to make myself move but I couldn’t.

His tongue played along my lips before entering my mouth, coaxing mine out to meet his.

We were locked there, our mouths fused as my body strained towards his when the car behind us pounded on their horn.

I pulled away quickly, and put the car into gear.

We didn’t speak as we arrived back at the salon and Alex put the still sleeping Mary into his car, gently before driving away without saying a word.

Driving home that night was one of the hardest things I’ve done. I’d just kissed another man.

And I didn’t feel at all guilty about it.

Chapter Five

“David, isn’t that your wife’s car in the other lane?” David’s receptionist asked as they were stuck in traffic on their way back to his office.

David looked over but dismissed Leah’s question. Mercy’s car had a bumper sticker on the back, and whoever was driving was kissing someone, nope, not his Mercy.

“No, I’m guessing she’s already at home tucked up in front of the TV, watching one of those programs you ladies love so much.” David teased Leah.

“Oh, my husband would tell you I’m an avid fan of zombie shows and mysteries, not any of that crap Hollywood think women like now.” Leah said with a grin.

“That’s a relief. So you ready for the game Thursday? Today’s practice went really well?” David asked as he drove into the parking lot of his office.

“Yep, all ready, see you then!” Leah called as she got out of the car after David stopped it, eager to get home.

Walking to his own car David thought about that car he’d seen earlier but knew it couldn’t have been Mercy.

His suspicions were growing however. Mercy’s moaning in her sleep hadn’t just been the moaning of a name.

“Fuck me, Alex, fuck me hard.” She’d said loudly as she dreamed, her body even moved as the dream went on.

Instead of feeling jealous, however, Mercy’s actions had turned David on and he’d jerked off quietly on his side of the bed as he thought about his wife with another man.

David knew he kept his wife satisfied and that they had a good marriage but things happened sometimes. Then Mercy had assured him Alex was gay and for a moment he’d been disappointed.

He loved his wife dearly and would never have an affair, but for some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about watching Mercy with another man now.

David was confused but knew now that an affair with Alex was unlikely. You couldn’t just pray the gay away, after all.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called as he walked into the front door.

“Oh, good. I’m in here darling!” His wife called out to him.

She was just taking her shoes off and settling into the couch.

“Are you just getting home?” David asked, confused.

“Yes, Mary, Alex, and I went out to eat this evening. We got stuck in traffic for a while so I’m just getting home. How was your day, dear?” Mercy asked as he sat beside her.

“It was fine. I think I was caught in the same traffic jam. My receptionist even thought she saw your car at one point. Maybe it was. Oh well, we’re both home now.” David took her hand in his and settled back into the couch, thinking about the couple he’d seen in that car. They’d been kissing. Maybe Alex wasn’t so gay after all?

But there hadn’t been anyone in the back seat of that car and Mary had been with them. Nope, couldn’t have been them then.

“Want to go up and have a bath with me?” David asked, the idea popping into his head out of the blue.

“I think I’d like that.” Mercy replied.

David noticed something was different about her, she seemed sexier somehow. Maybe it was just him and his dirty thoughts, but as he followed his wife up the stairs he could have sworn there was more sway in her hips than usual.

Later, after the tub was filled and Mercy rode him hard, he noticed a new sensuality to the way she moved, the way her body reacted to his touch. Something was new, different.

David walked away from the experience realizing quite a few things.

First, they hadn’t made love in years. They’d only been fucking.

As he tucked his wife into bed, exhausted from their marathon in the bathroom, he also realized a lot of that was his fault. He’d been kidding himself for years.

He’d been an absolutely shit lover for a long time, but Mercy would just put up with it, gently trying to tell him what she needed but he’d ignored her.

David knew he’d allowed himself to sink blindly into his schedule and had all but ignored his wife and his marriage for the last few years. That was going to change now, and Mercy, sweet, beautiful Mercy, might just get more than she’d bargained for if his suspicions were right and he had his way.

The End of Book One
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