Two Loves, One Lover
Copyright© 2016 by Renpet
Chapter 3: Epilogue
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Epilogue - Love is impossible to measure. Science cannot explain it. It's ethereal. It can be complex and confusing and sometimes painful. It can also be joyous and fulfilling and wonderful. Experience is the only way to appreciate its astonishing power. For one man, love transcended all in a most unusual way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Fiction First Safe Sex Oral Sex Petting Slow
The sounds of almost thirty teenage boys and girls washed over me as I tended the barbecue, flipping burgers. Music blared out from a portable iPhone speaker system. Laughter and loud talking surrounded me. Girls were texting furiously for some reason. When I asked Chantal about their strange behavior, she laughed, telling me they were texting each other about the boys. Why, I wondered, couldn’t they just talk to each other? Had the art of whispering been lost?
I watched Chantal while she set up the table. She passed by a laughing Bella and hugged her before moving on. Chantal was very touchy-feely today. She was full of soft smiles and glowing. Maybe it was because her daughter was turning sweet sixteen.
I automatically smiled when I spotted Bella. In the last two years she’d hardly changed, yet the lady she was becoming was shining through, elegance emerging, self assured, and hints of refinement. Now as tall as her mother, she was still very slender. Part of it was due to her genes. The other due to her physical activity. She jogged with me every morning. She swam, waterskied, and loved to take Penny for long walks.
Her blonde hair was still cut short at the back of her neck, progressively longer towards the front where it fell to her shoulders. And she still dressed carefully, loving colorful short skirts with matching tops, unless it was like today. Today she wore a cotton top and shorts, a red baseball hat on backwards, and high top sneakers. I checked. Yup. The left one’s laces were untied.
I liked watching the boys approach her and try to engage her. I knew with absolute certainty she wasn’t interested in them the way they hoped. It amused me.
Throughout the party, Bella had come over to chat. It wasn’t to talk to me. She needed to touch me - a hand on my back while looking around me at the barbecue, a touch on my forearm - and then she’d leave. We’d never been caught. There had been a few close calls when boating, but never caught.
Chantal came over and hugged me. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she asked, not for the first time.
“The most beautiful girl here,” I assured her.
With a kiss on my cheek, Chantal left to bring more soft drinks out. Bella caught my eye and smiled broadly, her pretty blue eyes twinkling.
To the outside world, Chantal and I were living in sin. Little did they know.
When the party wound down and the last of her guests left, after the cleanup, and feeling tired from an active day, the three of us relaxed on the back veranda. Bella chatted away giving her mother all the latest gossip. Chantal kept touching Bella; a caress of her hair, a touch on her arm; unusually affectionate.