Chapter 2
Morris couldn’t stop thinking about Grace. Felicia had brought home a multitude of friends home before for parties and sleepovers and various other occasions, but this was the first time he wanted to pick up one of her friends and bring her to bed.
As the three of them had dinner together he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He tried to restrain himself but he couldn’t help himself, her every curve, her every blush, her every laugh was enough to drive him wild.
The girls, however, laughing and chatting together at the other end of the table paid him no mind, or so he thought. Grace kept peeking small glances at her friend’s father, watching him as he ate, as he watched them. There was something about this man that was doing something to her.
Grace was a good girl. She had never been in a relationship before. She was raised as a good Catholic girl and she followed all the rules, but there was something about this man that made her want to break all the rules. She knew about sex, she wasn’t dumb but she, of course, had never done it before but for some reason as she looked at this man she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be with him in more ways than one.
Suddenly, Morris’ phone started to ring and he excused himself from the table. He walked to the nearby hallway and took the call.
“Hello?”
“Yeah… boss… we need you to get down here as soon as possible. We have a problem with one of our distributors… it seems like they might be stealing from us.” Morris quickly hung up his phone and his face got serious. The problem with running an underground operation is that you never know when trouble will arise and when it does you have to be ready to take it down. Sighing, Morris walked back to the dining room.
“I’m sorry girls, but I have some business to attend to,” he said with a gruff voice. Felicia looked at him.
“Business, rightttt. Have fun dad, tell her I said hi.” Felicia taunted her father, thinking he was off to see one of his mistresses. Grace looked between father and daughter, wondering what was going on. There was a knot inside her chest that refused to go away as she interpreted her friend’s words. This man slept around. But why wouldn’t he? Why wouldn’t he sleep with any woman he pleased? Why had Grace even entertained the thought of being with him? He would never love her.
Grace was quiet for the rest of the night and when she went to bed all she could think about was Mr. Kelly. There was something about him, something in his eyes, something that drove her insane. As she laid in her bed, looking at the ceiling, she did something she had never done before. Her hand started to creep down into her panties. She started to experiment with herself slowly, thinking about her friend’s father as she laid in the guest room.
Grace knew this was wrong, everything about the whole situation screamed taboo, but she couldn’t help herself. She would be damned to hell, but there was nothing that could stop her from sinning in that moment. She was too far into the act, too close to finishing to pull her hand away and soon enough she was moaning in pleasure into her pillow, climaxing for the very first time. It was something she had never done before, something that would condemn her in the eyes of her family, but Grace didn’t care.
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Meanwhile, Morris rode his motorcycle throughout the city traffic. He had long ago stopped paying attention to the traffic laws. It was nice having friends in the law enforcement. He swerved left and right through the bumper to bumper traffic that plagued his city during a Friday night.
Soon enough he reached a warehouse and parked his bike outside the building. The building looked run down and it was no place for a man wearing a $5500 suit to find himself. Yet, there he was, walking up to the back entrance. He told the guards what they wanted to hear and soon he was inside the building.
Inside he was not afraid to use questionable methods to retrieve his stolen goods. The thieves went home with broken spirits and broken bones, glad to be alive. It seemed like the older Morris got the more ruthless he became. He no longer had any fear of people hurting him, of people getting in his way and causing his family any harm. His home was guarded at all times and he had more security around his family than the president did in foreign countries.
After the men had returned the stolen goods, one hundred pounds of premium dope, Morris made his way home. As he entered his home he thought about Grace in one of the guest bedrooms sleeping. He thought about himself creeping into that bedroom, laying with her, wrapping his arms around her and just laying with her. He thought about kissing the top of her head and making her feel loved.
He wanted to cherish that girl and make her feel special. Even though he was literally old enough to be her father, he wanted to be more to her than just her friend’s father, even though such a thing would be frowned upon. A man could dream and as Morris laid in bed he dreamed, he dreamed all night about all the things he wanted to do with the young woman that slept in one of his guest bedrooms.
And so father and guest thought about each other in different rooms, both of them with hands down their pants, and their minds filled with dirty but yet romantic thoughts. Both of them were oblivious to the type of emotions running through the other. If they only knew then their night would have been very different indeed.