Katie
Copyright© 2025 by wantsomefun
Chapter 8
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8 - High school lovers make the agonizing choice of breaking up before going off to separate colleges. Years down the road, there's a reunion. Between a broken marriage and mountainous college debt, plus years of separation, what chance is there of romance blossoming once again? From the well-known author of The Waitress, Sarah, Terror in the Snowstorm, Dad? I Have a Question, The Hunger, and others.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Tear Jerker Workplace Cream Pie Oral Sex
Stopping at the bar for a single drink on the way home from work on Fridays became a habit. Frank came along sometimes, but often we were alone. One night Katie asked, “You don’t have a girlfriend, do you?”
“Not right now. The big problem with second shift is social life. Everyone’s asleep when I get off work, so Saturday night is the only chance to go out. Plus, it’s kind of awkward living at home, ya know?”
“I remember those evenings watching TV with your parents, with your mom sitting on the sofa between us.”
“Exactly. And Sundays watching football with your dad were ... different. I always had to sit next to him so he could give his opinion of every play. I asked your mom one time why she didn’t join us. She said it gave her time to do the laundry and ironing away from his drinking and shouting at the TV.”
“That’s my parents. The only time Dad talks to Mom is to ask when dinner will be ready or to tell her to get him another beer. It’s the way they are, but they were pretty good about me moving back in. Dad never liked Joel because his parents each drive a Mercedes, so he was fine with us splitting up, and Mom supports me with everything.
She works all the time, and Dad sits in front of the TV with his beer in the evenings. They’re in bed by the time I get home from work, so in some ways it’s like living alone. I couldn’t bring a guy there, though.”
“Your folks aren’t that bad, Katie. Your mom seems really sweet, and your dad is ... well ... your dad.”
“You didn’t grow up in that house. Do you remember my brother, Billie?”
“I never met him.”
“Most of my friends in high school didn’t even know about him. He finally passed away when I was a freshman in college. Pneumonia, like so many of those kids. He was thirteen.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Don’t be sorry he died. He never learned to communicate, and the doctors said his deformities probably caused him constant discomfort. Everyone was surprised he survived as long as he did. If anything, be sorry he lived but didn’t thrive. That’s a waste of a life, and it affected the rest of the family. Dad started drinking the day Billie was born.
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