Author's note. Okay apparently words come out when you start writing. I just glanced at my page and the this came out. There might be a third part soon, if I am encouraged. (Okay I beg for reviews.) This R, mean no sex in itself but talk of sex and a manipulative Tyler. So good things.
I hope you enjoy.
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Lust that was all this was supposed to be. Lust and release. No pain and all gain. Pleasure in pure form with none of the emotions that had incarcerated them in the past. Freed from the Cates and the hassle of the obsessive behavior that seemed to follow that family. The joy of sex. Quick and secretive romps. It's not like they could be together. No sock hops or candlelight dinners. No this was purely about the search for an orgasm. Something that Tyler took great pride in. He was Sophia's first lover. He was the one who inducted her into the "Club." At first it was a way to thumb his nose at the people of Wolf Lake, namely his bitch of a wife, the Sheriff who didn't see a business opportunity where it so plainly was and the rest of the Cates clan. Sophia was growing into a beautiful woman. Her bookish disguise barely containing the promise of the beauty she was going to become. The cub had been sniffing around her for months but she no longer wanted anything to do with him. Tyler had wandered briefly what the cub had done but it had really been of no consequence. Sophia was ripe and open to being plucked off the vine, if the right hands were doing the picking. And he had always had good hands. So a few accidental touches, appreciative smiles and flirting when there was no one around to tattle to the Sheriff and she was his. In the bed of his cabin (because a man must have his own space.) Sophia gave her virginity to a lover who will not in love with her, was experienced and took great pride in teaching his novice partner about her sexuality. A one time thing lead to another time and another time. Just sex between two people who did not belong in this no Starbucks town to friends with benefits in a way that mystified them both. Unspoken agreements were still there. Acknowledgment of who they were, silence an imperative. But trust had grown. Things were changing fast. And what the hell was he supposed to do about it?