There is no Mystery

Edith skipped the restaurant and walked straight home. It felt like a short walk, mostly because she was lost in a haze of sensation. She wondered if she would see The Man again. Probably in passing, but she doubted that he would seek her out again. He was probably just playing with her. She was new and he looked like the sort that liked new all the time. He would be bored easily, so he played her for his amusement and would not bother her again.

Secretly she wished that he would. Not that she would admit it.

She came home and started the shower. She pealed of her clothes and dropped them into the hamper by the door. She stared at herself as she pealed of her underwear. Her skin was a pale pink and had a sight sheen to it. She had unintentionally exerted herself in her walk home. She reached inside the drawer under her sink where her hairdryer and brush resided and pulled out a small pink vibrator.

She checked the water pressure. It was perfectly scalding. She entered, set the vibrator on the window ledge and let the water wash over her. She thought back on the feel of his body against hers. She closed her eyes. She felt the imprint of him in the darkness. She remembered the way he had touched her breast. She reached for the vibrator. She imagined that she had been wearing a skirt, instead of her slacks. She was sure he would have continued if she had been wearing a skirt.

If she had said no, he would have probably laughed at her and continued all the same. But she doubted that she would have said no. She turned out the vibrator. It hummed to life. She brought it between her thighs. She remembered his face, so wicked in the darkness, taunting her with promise and release and teasing it away from her.

If she had been wearing a skirt, he would have left her breast and sneaked his hand under the skirt. He would have been slow and a little cruel. He would pinch the inside of her thigh and smooth away the pain with his calloused fingers. He wouldn't take off her panties, only tug them to the side, because she knew he wanted to her to feel the silk of her panties in contrast to the roughness of his probing fingers.

Edith let out a small shuddering whimper. She grabbed the ledge of the window still as she slightly raised her right knee.

She wouldn't even notice as he unzipped himself. She would be to focused on the heat of his mouth. She would only notice when he would shift his lower half to align himself with her. He would remove his wonderful fingers and drag the tip of his cock up and down her core. She would feel his length and his glorious width.

Edith gasped and arched into the water.

He would enter her slowly, so she could feel every inch of him. He would let go of her mouth and pant as her heat enveloped him. The veins in his neck would stand out as he tries to restrain himself from slamming into her. She would gently wrap her lips around his bobbing adam's apple and give it a slight lick. She always had a strange fascination with them.

He would establish a hard and slow pace. His mouth would find hers again. They would lick and suck at each other's lips. His hand would find her breast again.

Edith felt herself getting close. She panted out in desire, her lips seeking a name she didn't have. She tried to contain her orgasm, she didn't want the fantasy to end. But soon it was washing over her while her thoughts focused on a dark blue gaze.

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The next morning she stood in front of her closet. She stared at the gray slacks she thought of wearing with a dark green top with a modest neckline and her black boots. The slacks were straight and tight. She could tuck them into her boots. It would look amazing.

'No pants.' The Man's voice filtered into her brain.

Edith bit her lip. He was just playing with her. And she wasn't a damned child. She reached inside her closet and yanked out the slacks. She pulled them up, loving the way the cool material felt against her skin. She fastened the buttons, and turned around to look at the pants from the back. They molded against her ass in a flattering way.

"Screw him. He knows nothing about fashion." She said out loud. She put on the green sweater top. It molded nicely to her breast while still remaining a little loose as to hide any imperfections. She sat down on her bed and put on her boots. They only had a 2 inch heel. She felt like she could run a marathon in them She raised one boot clad foot and ran her fingers lovingly down the faux black leather.

She got up of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was applied and perfect, the clothes were nice and tidy. Her thighs might be thick, and her hourglass exaggerated, but she felt good. The only thing left was to take the rollers out of her hair. She went into the bathroom and unraveled them. She loved how glossy and thick her hair looked after the reveal. She put a little hairspray in it and pulled her hair back into a loose bun. She did a final check, satisfied with her appearance and left her apartment for work.

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"You look nice today." It was the same greeting every morning form Mr. Monroe. Edith wasn't sure if he said the same thing out of habit, or genuine flattery or maybe he simply thought she needed to hear it every day.

And she replied with her same polite. "Thank you sir. I hope we have a great day."

Mr. Monroe smiled and went to his office. Edith went back to the computer. The phone rang at soon after she sat down. She picked it up.

"Mr. Monroe's office. This is Edith, how may I help you?" She asked with a smile because she was sure that a smile could be heard even over the phone.

"Edith it's Gemma." The voice was not smiling on the other end, Edith was sure.

"Hello Gemma, how are you this morning?" Edith smile grew. Gemma was a little abrupt, but she knew it wasn't because of any dislike towards her.

"I tried calling on your cell, but you weren't answering." Edith reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She pressed the talk button, but the screen remained black.

"Sorry, it looks like I forgot to charge it." Edith apologized.

"It's fine. Hey, your car's fixed. It was a minor problem. It was an easy fix. It took Juice about five minutes. So you can pick it up today." Edith sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much Gemma, how much will I owe you?" She asked, looking through her purse for her car keys. She panicked for a moment before she remembered that she had left it with Jax.

"Nothing. As I said, it was an easy fix." Edith frowned.

"Gemma I don't feel comfortable not paying." There was a pause at the other end.

"Well you can go ahead and tip Juice if you want. The repair was nothing really. Besides, you're a friend."

Edith smiled widely. "Thank you Gemma." She paused. Maybe she could ask Gemma out for lunch. They didn't know each other well, but Edith felt like they could become great friends.

"Are you free for lunch?" Edith rushed out before she chickened out.

"I think so."

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" Edith felt a little silly. Like she was asking someone out for a date. Not that she ever would ask a man out. A real man always asked the lady, or so her mother had taught her.

"Alright. You can pick up your car and we'll go." Edith was almost giddy.

"Wonderful. I'll be around there at noon-ish."

"Sounds good. I'll see you then, Edith."

"See you then." Edith heard the click on the other end signifying that Gemma had hung up. She placed the receiver back on it's handle and swirled a little in her chair. She stopped abruptly a question popping into her head. What if the Man happed to be there again? She felt herself flush red.

No, no. He wouldn't be. He was probably just riding through and needed a quick tune up. He wouldn't be back at Teller-Morrow… he wouldn't. She looked down at her gray slacks. Maybe she should stop by her apartment and put on a skirt. It was getting a little hot.

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She entered the lot of Teller-Morrow with some trepidation. She clutched the strap with both hands as she made her way to Gemma's office. For the first time she found the usually comforting "click-click" of her heels to be overly loud.

She looked around the lot. It was empty, except for a few cars, and a butt load of motorcycles. There was a lot of noise coming from the garage. That was probably where everyone was. She hurried to Gemma's office, only sparring the garage a quick glance. There was a young Hispanic man who watched her as she walked to the office. Edith gave him a quick smile in greeting. He returned it.

She entered the office, but saw no one. She sat down on the couch that was against the wall. She crossed her legs and looked through her bag for her book. She pulled it out and started to read. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn't hear the door open and the same young man from earlier walk in.

Juice stared at the woman sitting on the couch. She wasn't anything special he supposed. Plane brown hair, plane brown eyes…nice tits though. He shook himself out of those thoughts. But she had had a really nice smile. One that wasn't at all judging or condescending. One that wasn't full of feat or apprehension. It was a small, but genuine smile that made him want to return it. She seemed classy, it wasn't a look he came across often. Most of the women that came inside there lot were either young women trying to impress SAMCRO with small clothes and a lot of makeup, or regular moms wanting their minivans looked at.

She seemed really absorbed in the book that she was reading. He cleared his throat loudly. She made no indication that she heard him. He moved closer to her. When he was only a foot away from her, a subtle but wonderfully female scent assailed his nose. He moved even close.

"Ma'am?" He gently touched her shoulder. She gave a little surprised jerk. She looked up at him and he was amazed to notice that her eyes were almost identical to his. They were the same color and the same shape.

"I'm sorry." She gave a little giggle of nervousness. "I get a little to into my books." She gave him another pretty smile.

"No that's okay." He answered. "Are you Edith?"

"Yes, I am."

"I'm Juice. I worked on your car." He started to explain.

"Oh, yes." She stood up. "Gemma told me that you were able to fix whatever was wrong with my it." He opened his mouth to let her know what the problem was. She stopped him.

"It's okay. I really have no aptitude for anything car related. I can drive it and that's about it."

"Cool." Juice floundered for a moment. Then with a wave to the lot asked her to follow him.

"It's a really good Jeep. It looks like it went through some harsh conditions though." Juice said as he picked up her keys and started towards the Jeep sitting in the lot.

"Yeah, I lived in Colorado for some ten years and I also drove here with this Jeep." Edith ran her had lovingly over the dark green door.

"Well it's going to hold you up for a while. I did a quick run through while I was under the hood. Nothing looks like it will to be replaced for at least another year." He told her as he leaned against the car facing her.

"That's wonderful." She gave him a large smile. She looked inside her purse again and pulled out her wallet. She took out three twenty dollar bill and passed them over to Juice. "I know Gemma isn't letting me pay for the repairs, but I still wanted to thank you for your wonderful work."

"Thanks!" Edith was charmed by his enthusiasm. He looked like he was on the young side of twenty and hopped around with barely restrained energy. She saw him glance at her chest when he thought she didn't notice, but for the most part acted very politely.

"I also wanted to let you know that Gemma is going to be here in a few minutes. She had to stop by the hospital on her way back." Juice said after stuffing the money in his front pocket.

Edith's brows furrowed. "Is everything okay?"

Juice bit his lip and his large brown eyes lowered in sadness. "Not really. Her grandson was born with some problems. The doctors are doing everything they can to help him, but it's hard for her. Family means a lot to Gemma."

Edith found herself even more impressed with Gemma. She couldn't remember ever part of a real family. She reached out and stroked Juice's arm.

"I'm sure everything will be fine." She tried to put as much reassurance as she could into her words. Juice gave her a shy smile and ran his hand over his tattooed head in what appeared to be a nervous gesture.

"I have to get back. You have a nice day." Juice couldn't believe he had spent such a long time talking to her. The only people he ever spent this much of a length speaking to where his brother.

"You too. It was lovely meeting you." Juice nodded and returned her smile with another one of his. He turned around and ran back into the garage.

Edith leaned against her Jeep and took a deep breath. There were four motorcycles in the lot today, so she didn't think there would be anything to worry about. She pushed herself away from car and walked around to the passenger seat. She opened it up and set her purse on the seat. It was a sunny day, very sunny, to the point of blindness. She decided to put on her sunglasses before she did anything else. She searched through her bottomless bag. She really should clean up one of these days.

A hand snaked across her hips to the front of her stomach and up to her breasts were a work roughened hand squeezed it harshly. A hard body pressed itself against her ass pushing her further into her car. Edith gasped and turned her head around only to meet striking blue eyes that twinkled in dark humor.

"You really don't listen." He said, his upper body moving over hers and covering it. Edith forgot about the purse under her and concentrated on the man behind her. She looked to see if anyone was looking, but her Jeep was parked closest to the wall and the opened car door obscured the garages view of what was going on. The tinted windows hid everything that was going on inside.

She swallowed reflexively. "It looks good like this." She whispered, but couldn't bring herself to look back at him again.

"It does." His other had cupped her ass and gave it a sharp slap. Edith gave a slight gasp, her reaction a mix of deep desire and embarrassment. She had never done anything like this before. There had only ever been one man in her life. He had been sweet. He had loved her and he would have never done anything like this. She supposed out of respect towards her, but Edith thought it was mostly because they both were cowards who were too afraid to try anything new.

Another slap on her ass brought her back to the present. She let out a low, unwanted moan at the contact. Embarrassment was quickly leaving her as arousal consumed her.

"You still need to learn to listen." He growled close to her ear. Edith felt herself pulsate with those words. She had never been treated like this by another man. She felt like she should have been outraged, she should have thrown a fit of some sort. But she was feeling good, desirable and naughty and she figured that it was worth some demands.

She felt his hands slip underneath her and start to unfasten her pants. She stiffened under him.

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered.

He unfastened the button and was pulling down the zipper. "What does is it look like I'm doing?"

"We…we can't do that here." She hissed.

"I'll decide that." Edith opened her mouth again to protest, but his fingers had found her clit at that moment and all coherent thought left her and she was only one big nerve of never ending pleasure. It would have surprised her if she had been thinking clearly, she had never responded to anyone like this before, but she wasn't thinking clearly so the thought never crossed her mind.

"Honey, start holding it in, someone might hear." He chuckled in her ear. Edith realized that she had groaned loudly. She was mortified. She never made noise before. She was always of the mind that a lady never made noise, inside or outside the bedroom. She bit her lip to keep from making any more noise. He pushed down her pants and her underwear soon followed, they settled just above her knees forcing her to keep her legs closed.

He gave a rough laugh. "Darling, I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful." Edith felt herself heat up at his words. She was sure that she knew what he was talking about, but she refused to look behind. She wanted to focus on the pleasure and not her humiliating position. She felt the sound of a zipper being lowered and her knees almost buckled in anticipation.

He entered her swiftly, with no gentleness. She almost screamed at the intrusion. It had been too long since the last time. Almost ten years. And she was sure that Daniel had not been as filling as this man was.

They panted against each other. It didn't take her long to reach climax. He reached his soon after. He let himself rest against her. She could feel him twitching inside her. It made her wish that they were somewhere private. Somewhere they could explore this. This is when she realized that she was still right outside of a busy garage with a stranger's cock still inside her.

"Please get off." She whispered. He groaned against her neck. His hot breath made her heart race. She felt him withdraw slowly, the tip of his cock stretched her entrance and it made a wet popping sound when it was finally out.

He straightened and so did Edith. She quickly pulled up her underwear and pants, not bothering to wipe away the remains of their union. She felt him, only an inch behind her as she straightened her clothes. He didn't say a world.

She was looking out the window as she pushed her breast back into her bra. She saw a nice white car stop and a bunch of sexy blonde women get out. They all wore tight clothes that consisted of a lot less than hers. For some reason she knew that the man behind her could have his pick of any of the sexy women coming out of that car, but he had chosen her. It made not sense to her. She wanted to ask him his reasoning, but she didn't expect an answer.

Yet, even as she thought this a small "Why?" escaped her lips.

The man behind her laughed again. Laughter came easily to him, but Edith felt it wasn't a laughter born of happiness, but rather knowledge. This man behind her seemed to know everything.

"You're heart's desire is to be told a mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery." He swept her hair away from her neck and places a gentle kiss there. She heard his steps as he walked away from her. She did not turn to watch him.

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She wondered how much longer Gemma would be. And just as that thought occurred to her, she heard the engine of a black Mustang enter the lot at full speed. The Mustang stopped next to her and from it emerged Gemma, wearing white.

"Sorry." Gemma rushed out. "I hope you didn't have to wait too long."

Edith smiled. "No, not long at all."

A/N:

I don't own SOA.

Also the quote: "You're heart's desire is to be told a mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery." is from a book called Blood Meridian, it was said by Judge Holden. It's always been a favorite of mine.