My Life
Copyright© 2003 by Catmandu99
Chapter 1: Nat
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Nat - Part of a festival for stories inspired by songs. Sheila is finally getting a taste of independence just as 2 men start to vie for her attention.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual First Safe Sex Oral Sex Masturbation
"That does it!"
That statement was followed by the loud bang of a frying pan hitting the countertop. I would have jumped if I weren't so amused. Hey, when the person wielding the frying pan is only a bit over 5'2" and you stand a whole foot taller... well, lets just say that I wasn't exactly afraid for my life. Besides, Sheila couldn't hit the broad side of a barn when she was aiming. Lord knew she'd taken enough swings at me throughout our lives for me to know. I also knew that her temper had the life span of a mayfly.
Right on cue, Sheila became quiet. She was gripping the abused counter tight enough to turn her knuckles pale, but at least she wasn't swinging the pots and pans again.
"Nat, you know I love you, right?" Sheila sighed before squaring her shoulders and looking back up at me.
I nodded cautiously. When Sheila got that look in her eyes, she was more stubborn than a Missouri mule. Her brother Todd used to say that once Sheila got her back up about something, only a direct missive from God, handwritten in triplicate, could get her to change her mind. Having been best friends with her brother and an unwilling witness to that iron will many times had taught me to tread lightly.
"Then please take this in the spirit in which it is intended. Get out. Go home. In the immortal words of Billy Joel, 'go ahead with your own life and leave me alone'."
"No. Now where do you want these towels?"
I knew my response would be like setting a match to gasoline, but no way was I going to be forced out the door. The sooner Sheila realized that, the easier our afternoon would go.
"I'll tell you where you can put them."
Her reply was muttered, but I had good hearing and had been expecting it. I hid my smile behind the stack of towels I was currently holding. If Sheila knew how amused I was by her, I would be shown the door faster than a door-to-door salesman with a bad product.
Feigning deafness and counting on Sheila's innate politeness was my best line of defense. I arranged my face into respectful confusion before saying anything.
"What was that?"
When I finally looked into Sheila's face, I was treated to a look of pure frustration.
"Nat, are you trying to piss me off? Why are you here?" Sheila held up a hand before I could get a word out in defense. "Nevermind. I know why. One of my brothers asked you to look after me, didn't they?"
After that opening salvo, I never had a chance before Sheila launched into her favorite rant.
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