Chapter 11

The next 8 weeks seemed to fly by as Selena engrossed herself in her studies preparing for her mid-terms. She was seeing Joe anywhere from 1 to 3 times a week, usually just spending one night a week at his home. She found she constantly wanted him and the time in between was getting more and more arduous for her to bear. Her Dad was getting less and less impatient with her as she spent less and less time at home as well. One dinner during the week and seeing her at church on Sunday morning and breakfast thereafter was the extent of her connection with her family. She insisted that she saw Joe even less at times, but her Dad wasn't buying it. It was hard to say if he was over protective of his daughter, or jealous of Joe for taking her away.

One particular Sunday afternoon, a warm late March early spring-type day, Joe was out in his yard regrouting the slate and shale wall next to his garage. It was obvious that he had just finished washing his car and enjoying the early almost summer-like day.

When Scott Hanson walked up the drive he fully expected to see his daughter out cavorting with her boyfriend and was shocked when he saw otherwise.

"Taking advantage of the weather I see." Scott said as he extended his hand.

"Yeah. I needed an excuse to get out here and start this. The winter did a real job on the wall and I know I had to start it. After washing the car I kind of just kept going. I know I'll get one of my crews to come finish this, but starting it will get me off the dime." Joe said barely missing a beat as he continued.

"You see my daughter so much, I'm surprised you have the time to do anything." Scott said with a bit of a snarl.

"I see your daughter as much as I can, but I would barely call it a lot. I see her once or twice a week. She's a hard worker, you know. I'm sure you've seen her marks, and the way she's studying for mid-terms, she'll keep those marks up." Joe said as he lathered his concrete and fiber mixture between loose slabs of stone.

"Whenever I see her all she can talk about is her break coming up. You're taking her to Jamaica, I see. I can't afford to spoil her like that." Scott said snottily.

"Well Scott, I think you should word it otherwise. She's taking me to Jamaica. She wanted to go away, the two of us alone for the break. She's helped me so much with my business, helping me crunch numbers, picking stocks, buying, selling,... I gave her carte blanche and that was her choice, Jamaica. I was hoping for Fort Lauderdale. She originally picked Ireland, but she couldn't do the dates she wanted." Joe said with a little snicker.

"Apparently today she's off studying at the library. She's not in her dorm. You did drop her at her dorm after breakfast this morning, didn't you?" he asked.

"No, we took a ride out around the lake and came back here and she's studying here." Joe said without missing a beat. "She's upstairs if you want to see her."

"I should have known." Scott said under his breath as he went through the open garage skipping the elevator to take the stairs.

As he opened the door to upstairs living room he saw Selena sitting in t-shirt and jeans and reading glasses. She had books laid out and legal pad notes everywhere.

"Joe LEAVE!" she shouted out without seeing who it was. "I'm up to my ass in something and I think I have it figured. Just go, GO so I can get this!!"

Her Dad, Scott, said nothing and closed the door and went back down the stairs and out through the garage.

"That was quick!" Joe said. "Was she there?"

"Oh, she was there, but she thought I was you and threw me out. She was busy." Scott said sheepishly.

"You must have caught her on the brink of discovery. When the dominoes start to fall, she's awesome, but cranky as hell. She's got 5 of Doc Stevens problems. I had him myself at Poly and he's still as meticulous and tricky now."

"So you know what she's going through?"

"Ohhhhhhh Yeah!! Exercises in discovery and deduction, and some of Doc's don't even have a real answer, just static resolution that you have to justify almost actuarially."

"You just lost me. Ummmm, I have to admit that if you told me she was studying here, I wouldn't have actually believed she was REALLY studying." Scott mused.

Joe stopped what he was doing and dropped to one knee and looked back at Scott, actually facing him for the first time since his daughter exiled him.

"Scott, her workload is tough. 14 credits is considered full time at Poly, and she's doing 18. We can both spout about how smart and mature she is, but one thing doesn't change, she's 18, almost 19. It takes a toll on her, but she's learned how to handle it, how to balance it. I want her to spend more time with me, you want her to spend more time with family, she wants to do both and get done in four years while maintaining her scholarship and the job that will follow it. She's put things in order to maintain her peace of mind. She can't study when her roommate is in, so she comes here because she knows I will leave her alone, that I understand what she needs to do. Her roommate talks incessantly while she studies and Selena needs the quiet. It was easy during football season; I would leave and go watch games at the Ground Round, sometimes coming home after she had left. She prioritizes well and isn't fooled by temptation of life's little pleasures." Joe explained.

"Sounds like you know her needs better than me." Scott sulked.

"No, father knows best, but in this case, been there, done that." Joe assured him.

"She has a mission and nothing is going to throw her off that path. You have a lot to do with that Scott. She knows the value of hard work. Her values are similar to mine and that's what brought us together."

"No offense to you Joe, but I wish she wasn't so involved with you. I was 18 once and I know the fun that being free from a relationship can bring. I wouldn't want her to party like I did, but... you know what I mean." Scott lamented.

"We know better than anyone how odd our relationship may seem to others, but we are so deliriously happy with the ways things are, right now, we wouldn't change a thing. Trust her Scott, and I hope you know you can trust me." Joe said hoping to reassure Selena's father.

"It's the staying together, the familiarity, going away together... I just can't get used to." Scott stammered out.

"Scott, can you tell me that you didn't have relations with your wife before you were married? Didn't you know it was love and it made no difference to you what others may have thought?" Joe asked.

Scott didn't speak; he just pursed his lips a bit and nodded his head in obvious agreement. He asked that his daughter call or stop by before she went back to her dorm and turned and walked down the drive, back toward his home.

Joe had no reaction and went back to his grouting.

As the afternoon sun got low it was obvious that the winter cold still ruled the night and chill was filling the air. Joe cleaned up his grouting tools, happy he had gotten as far as he did. He picked up a chamois in the garage to dry the few spots the sun hadn't hit on the car when he heard the elevator door behind him slide open.

"OK, the wicked bitch has finished her problems and is out to apologize for snapping at you before. Doc Stevens must get these scenarios from some masochistic Cossack schizoid." Selena said as she stretched and then clutched herself in the chill.

"But he's teaching you to use your math skills along with your common sense as well as your math sense. Like he says, "If you take ALL factors into consideration, the answer is obvious. If it's not obvious, you've missed something." He does make you think,... and by the way, that wasn't me you tossed from your lair, my tigress, it was your father." Joe said with a smirk,

"MY Dad, was here? That was him who came up on the stairs? I wondered why you hadn't used the lift. Why didn't he say something?" Selena said putting her hands to her cheeks to hide her embarrassment.

"You attacked and he retreated." Joe chuckled. "He wants you to check in before we go back."

"I'm going to get a sweater and walk down now. I need the exercise and if I go now I can be back before its pitch dark. I'll only be an hour, no more. OK?" She said as she slipped in and got her sweater.

"Suit yourself. I'll wait for you. Don't eat down there, I'm taking you out for pizza, I'm starving." He said as she power walked by down the drive.

Joe was starving but he also felt grimy from his day of chores and couldn't wait to get into the shower. As he washed he thought about Selena and the fact they had been together the bulk of the day, and barely seen or talked to each other.

They woke up together after a night of a movie followed by snacks and drinks at a local pub. When they got home they talked and went to bed with Selena fading fast into a deep sleep. The morning alarm gave them 45 minutes to church, so it turned out to be a dash. Her parents had surprised them by taking them out to breakfast instead of making it at the house. It was a buffet and when they filed into the booth after filing their plates, they got separated. Then the ride, and then back home and he had hardly seen her since.

He felt great as he got out of the shower and dried, donning a thick Turkish robe, keeping his towel around his neck. He poured a sweet ice wine to sip and sat on the sofa to watch the early spring sun fade and bring a cool nip to the evening. The relaxing shower, the hard work and maybe the little bit of alcohol all contributed to his falling into a good hard sleep, as he awaited her return.

Selena had a nice quick visit with her Dad and Mom, fielding questions about the couple-hood she and Joe were enjoying, defending her actions and feelings. She convinced them that she was not a love struck teenager, that her relationship was more than an infatuation. As she walked back to Joe's she thought about her sexual awakening and how it all seemed so natural with Joe. She found herself always wanting him with her days filled with urges to get that special feeling in her loins with him on her mind. She had tried to talk to her roommate Lucy about her feelings but had a hard time opening up to her. She had suspicions that Lucy might not be totally straight, sexually.

As she neared the house, walking up the drive, she wished she hadn't gotten her period that morning. In spite of it she felt flushed and wanting some attention. Although she had never experienced "red" sex, she knew quite well the urges didn't fade during its duration, but she also knew Joe had no interest during that time on the month either. When she showered that night she could take care of her needs under the cleaning waters that avoided a mess. Although the fact she masturbated wasn't totally hidden from Joe, her long sessions under the shower during her period were her own private pleasure.

She avoided Joe's elevator choosing to stretch her legs out on the stairs. When she opened the door and saw the back of the sofa in front of her, she could see the burgundy towel around Joe's neck and the top of his robe.

"How was the shower, Joseph?" she said as she walked to the front of the sofa and saw Joe was totally zonked. "Joe, Joeeeeeey?" she called, but he was out.

She decided to collect her studies and walk back home to ask her Dad for a ride to the dorm and let her tired man sleep.

She wanted to kiss him goodbye, but didn't want to wake him. So she got as close as she could to his face and inhaled his scent just lightly kissing the top of his ear. The touch of her lips caused him to rustle and she was afraid she had woken him, but he just shifted his legs. In doing so his robe moved and she saw the tip of his penis as she smiled and went to the door, stopping to write a quick note for him. She returned to the sofa to leave the note on the sofa where he could see it when he awoke. She knew he would be mad that she left, but she knew the sleep was well deserved. As she left the note and looked at him again, the robe had moved a bit further and more of his cock had come into view.

She smiled and went to the door, and then stopped.

"Damn!" she thought. "If I didn't have this damn period we would be in having a goodbye fuck right now."

The smell of him she had when she kissed him had flared her nostrils and then seeing his limp pleasure pole had further incited her. They had talked about the "ultimate wake up call" one morning when she woke to have him nursing at her nipples. He had said that if it were a summer night with no covers on, he might have been nursing somewhere else. The thought of waking to a tongue on her clit excited her then and she said she might return the favor someday if he did it. Laughing, thinking it would never happen, she told him how sexy it might be.

She chuckled to herself as she closed the door, but stopped.

"Am I that playful?" she thought to herself.

The thought of taking him in her mouth, tasting and smelling his man musk sent a tingle through her. Then the thought of him soft in her mouth, only to grow and stiffen made her curious.

She stepped back into the room and closed the door, setting down her backpack, taking off her sweater. She walked over in front of him and knelt down. She shucked off her t-shirt to reveal her breasts as she pinched her hardening nipples.

"Yes, I want to do this!" she thought as she bent to get nearer.

She almost giggled out loud at the thought of what his reaction was going to be.

His foreskin covered most of the head of his penis as she used just one finger to lift the shaft enough for her to get the end in her mouth. She inhaled deeply as a rush ran through her and her nipples jumped to attention. She tried to push the foreskin back with her tongue but she needed to make it wetter. She swirled her tongue around the edge of the foreskin and it crawled back a bit as he began to engorge there. Trying to get the most productivity from the least disturbing actions, she continued to swirl her tongue around the head and lightly suck at him. His cock knew enough to respond and begin to stand on its own when the sensations began to wake him.

"Mmmmmmmm.Oooooooooo. Ssssssssss, Nnnnnnnnnn." Joe groaned as he came to the realization of what was happening.

"Oh Ess, wheeeeeew, what ARE you doing? Why are you being so naughty?" Joe said as he slid his heels back to the base of the sofa.

"I'm not being naughty. I'm making love to the man I love." She answered in a whisper as she crawled up over his body to lock her lips to his in a deep kiss.

She broke the kiss but kept nose-to-nose and eye-to-eye with Joe, saying, "I saw your little guy there and I could hardly resist him, especially knowing I wouldn't see you for a few days."

Joe slid his hands down her naked back to her butt. "Get these jeans off." He commanded.

"Sorry Joseph, I have my period and my pussy is full of tampon. I'll take my jeans off so I can reach my clit while my mouth makes love to you. The thought of giving you that pleasure has my button as hard as you are."

Joe put a disappointed look on his face.

"Don't worry, making you happy will be enough to get me over the edge. You'll be making love to me while I make love to you." she said with a grin as she stood up and unsnapped her jeans.

As she peeled them down Joe saw her white full panty that she called "old lady drawers" that she normally wore during "her time". Her smooth shaved pussy left a distinctive image in the thin material, with even her string evident.

As she slid a hand inside her panties she slipped to her knees in front of Joe, a look of serious determination on her face looking at his hard dick waiting for her.

She averted her eyes to his for a moment, saying, "come for me Joe", before dropping her mouth over the head and treating it like a melting ice cream cone.

She left a lot of spittle that she brought down to the shaft with her other hand as she slightly jerked it while getting a slow rhythm with her mouth over the head. In the meantime her middle finger of her other hand rotated on her clit, her little hood hugging her finger pad. She was already having a hard time with the cadence of her mouth and hand while trying to concentrate on her own pleasure.

Her sexy body, her expressed love, and her certain eagerness all had Joe quickly excited. His mewls; his touching her face and running his fingers through her pretty blond hair accented moans and groans. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of her mouth on him forever, but he was getting close to discharge. As he got closer he began to undulate his hips towards her mouth, fucking her lips. Her own approaching orgasm made it hard to concentrate on her mouth and both hands, so she let him create the friction necessary with his hips as she began to use both hands on her self.