Gabriella Ch. 01

"Your loss," she called over her shoulder before she entered her room.

Simon had stood there for at least an hour, not moving. His erection had finally gone down but his mind was reeling. He couldn't believe that he had just kissed, fondled and dry humped his stepdaughter in kitchen while his wife was away. What kind of man would do something like that? Actually, he could think of a few, his best friend Steven included, but he never had many morals to begin with.

But a new thought popped into his head. Would he ever get this opportunity again? Some men would kill to be in his shoes. He wanted to think he was better than them, but remembering what her naked body looked like walking out of the kitchen would prove that he was no better than the rest. That a good man could do bad things, no matter how much he loved his wife. Or maybe he was never a good man to begin with.

No, he knew what he needed to do. Take a cold shower and go to bed. He walked down the dark hallway and paused in front of Gabriella's door.

He would just knock and whisper goodnight. That's it. One knock, one little goodnight and then he would have a shower, jack off and go to bed. A simple plan, which would have caused the least amount of damage.

He stood there forever, swearing he could still smell cinnamon. His hand shook as he lifted it to knock. But before he could, he lowered it and shook his head.

"Fuck," he whispered, before he opened her door and shut it behind him. That was the beginning of the end for him.

Simon shook off the memories of their first encounter when he heard the door open leading into the garage from the kitchen. He didn't bother looking up. He knew it was Gabriella. She popped her gum.

"What are you doing up?" she asked.

"Got too hot and couldn't fall asleep," Simon lied. And he knew that Gabriella was looking at him skeptically.

"Sure." She walked over to him and stood so close that his eyes shifted from the bike pedal to her perfect toe nails covered in lavender polish and swirly designs.

"How was your date?" he asked, standing and putting a little distance between them. He grabbed a towel and wiped his hands. He turned to look at her. The ends of her hair were damp indicating she had just gotten out of the shower. Simon didn't have to imagine what her nude body looked like with water cascading down it. He had seen it with his own eyes, the one time they had showered together. His eyes quickly glanced over the rest of her body, taking in the thin tight shirt/nightgown thingy she was wearing that barely came to her thighs. Clothing like that could do crazy things to a man's imagination.

"Fun." She pulled her hair up into a messy ball on top of her head. Simon tried to ignore the tightening in his stomach when he noticed the hickey on the side of her neck. She had never bothered hiding them from him or her mother, so he wasn't sure why he would have expected anything different. But it was her lack of respect, even for herself, that got under his skin.

"Fun, huh?" He turned his back to her and began wiping off his tools, hoping that one day he could end everything. This lie he was living. He felt her arms wrap around his waist and her head lean against his back.

"I thought of you the whole time," she whispered. He shook her off and turned around.

"Really? Is that really what you think I want to hear? How you were thinking of me while letting some other guy fuck you, Gabriella?" he spouted more angrily than he had thought he was. God, what was it about her that made him crazy. "Just, go to bed or something." He turned away from her again when he felt her arms back around him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, nuzzling her face into his back. But when she yawned, it pissed him off even more.

"Go to bed, you're tired. Sure it takes a lot of energy to be the town merry-go-round." As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it. He was just angry and disappointed in himself. He considered himself a lousy husband and an even lousier father figure and Gabriella was the reason.

"Fuck you," she said, releasing him as if his skin burned. He turned around and caught her as she was leaving and pulled her back to him. "Let go of me." She struggled to get away as his arms held her.

He bent his head to kiss the side of her neck. "I'm sorry."

"Let go," she whispered. He knew he had hurt her feelings. That was the thing with Gabriella. She was feisty with the mouth of a sailor, but at the end of the day, she could be hurt easily. Even more so than Patricia.

"I'm sorry, Gabriella." He could feel her body relaxing, as she leaned her back into him. "I'm just really fucked up and stressed, okay. And I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me?"

She turned around in his arms and looked up at him. Her eyes were glassed over and her mouth set in a frown.

"You can be so mean." Her wide eyes gave her an innocent look. One he rarely saw, but knew was always there.

"I'm an asshole."

"Too bad my mom doesn't."

"And I don't want her to." Simon knew that was there little secret. He never wanted Patricia to know how deep and dark his mind could go. If she only knew the things he did with Gabriella that could make some porn stars blush, she would wish him dead. And he would understand. There was nothing right about what he was doing and no way to possibly justify it.

He stared at Gabriella's lips until he couldn't take it anymore. He began kissing her as she ran her hand inside his pants. Simon had never had sex with Gabriella while Patricia was in the house, and he knew how dangerous this situation could be.

His hand squeezed her ass while he pushed her against the wall, covering her body, his erection already pushing through his pants and against her dripping wet pussy. He kissed and licked her puffy lips and then traveled down further to suck on her chocolate nipple through the thin shirt, rolling the tight bud around his tongue and lightly biting. He knew she loved that. She moaned and pushed her chest further up. His hand played and massaged with one, much like his mouth was doing with its twin.

"Simon." She gasped and ran her hands through his hair.

After distributing equal amounts of time to both nipples, he traveled further down south and yanked her panties down. He drove his tongue into her slick folds, while pushing one leg over his shoulder. He licked and sucked the outer lips before capturing her reddish pink tulip in his mouth. Her legs shook as he continued to suck harder.

"Simon," she said again, her voice carrying through the room.

"Ssh." He gave her drenched pussy a kiss before rising and pushing his pants down. She pretended to zip her mouth shut before she grasped his cock in her small hand and turned him against the wall. She slowly lowered to her knees, her eyes holding his.

"Oh." Simon leaned his head back and closed his eyes when she took him into her mouth. Patricia pleased him this way every now and then, but he knew she didn't enjoy it. She thought it was degrading and maybe it was, but fuck, if she only knew how it felt for him she would never try to deny him. His toes were tingling, it was so good.

"Oh, fuck, Gabriella," Simon said, pushing her head away before he came. He felt her mouth slide off him with a pop. She crawled up his frame when he lifted her up and held her against the wall, his kisses eager and hungry. He quickly pulled off her nightgown as she wrapped her legs around him. Simon slowly eased into her, both moaning in unison. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and braced his hands against the wall, holding her wide and open as he thrust into her. He tried to slow so that the unmistakable sounds of sex didn't linger in the air, but she was so wet that every time he entered her, he could hear soaking pussy accepting him again and again.

"Oh, God." She placed her arms around his neck.

"Ssh," he told her, as he covered her mouth with another kiss. He smiled, knowing that she could get carried away and scream during sex, something that turned him on. Everything about her turned him on. He rocked his hips into her sweet core over and over again, watching her orgasm build until her breath quickened and she began to tremble.

"Aah." He roughly captured her lips again, stealing any further sounds from her. She rolled her hips into him, gripping him even tighter. But it was then that he realized he hadn't worn a condom.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped, almost too far gone to comprehend what he was about to do.

She tightened her arms around him as her pussy muscles tightened, squeezing the hell out of his shaft. Simon almost dropped her as he pulled out quickly. It wasn't that he feared getting her pregnant, although he could never be too careful, but he felt that coming inside her would be a new level of cheating on Patricia. He was sure that didn't make sense to anyone else, but it did to him.

"Shit," he blurted out, as a volcano of his essence erupted onto Gabriella's stomach and legs. "Oh, fuck," he gasped, leaning his head against the wall.

"You okay?" he heard her ask. He still couldn't talk, so he nodded, his head still resting against his arm. They both stood there for a moment, breathing heavy.

"Sorry," he muttered, turning to her.

They both looked down at the pearly liquid slowly dripping down her body. She dipped her finger into it and brought it to her lips. Simon's mouth parted as she sucked her finger and closed her eyes.

"Mmm," she moaned. And there it was, he could feel himself rising to attention already. But he had to get a hold of himself. His wife was down the hall peacefully sleeping while he was messing around.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, handing Gabriella her nightgown and a towel.

She wiped the rest from her body and pulled her nightgown over her head. "Anything you want."

Simon shook his head. "Come on." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance back into the house. He flicked off the lights, flooding them in darkness before his hand reached for the door. But the handle opened with ease and the door went flying open.

"Patricia," Simon said, snatching his hand from Gabriella's who was behind him. He knew the garage was pitch black when the light was off, but still. Did she hear them? Could she see Gabriella? Did she already check the kitchen and dining room looking for him...them? A million thoughts danced through his head as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could make out her face.

"Pa-Patricia," he stuttered. "What are you doing up?"

Simon watched as Patricia's eyes widened in sync with his quickening heart. Please, don't let her have heard anything or see anything he prayed. He knew one day he would have to face the music but he had nothing in his mental closet to pull out to remotely cover for what they were doing together. No excuse at all.

"I woke up and you were gone. Is something wrong?" she asked with alarm in her voice, trying to look around him.

Simon's body relaxed and he tried to calm his voice before he spoke. "Of course not, silly. You just startled me." He quickly stepped through the door and slammed it behind him. He pulled Patricia in for a hug and kissed her forehead. "I was just working on my bike."

"Oh. Well, I checked Ella's room and she still wasn't home," she sighed.

Simon felt lower than shit. "I'm sure she's okay honey."

"I just worry."

"I know." He leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Mmm, you taste like cinnamon," she purred.

Fuck!

"Really?" he laughed nervously, wiping his mouth as if he could ever remove Gabriella's scent. He knew her tongue and the caverns of her mouth like the back of his hand. He released his hold on Patricia and pulled her toward their room. Once inside, he quickly made his way to the bathroom. He needed to clean Gabriella's juices from his groin before his wife smelled the aroma of sex on him.

He quickly washed up and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"You're an idiot," Simon whispered aloud. He had a perfect life and why he was fucking it up, he had no clue. After so many obstacles in his life, he had finally gotten the girl of his dreams. He still remembered her shocked/happy look when they bumped into each other a little over four and a half years ago.

He was leaving the grocery store after picking up some last minute snacks for his Saturday football game with Steven and some friends, when a buggy slammed into the back of his car.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered getting out of the car. He walked to the bumper and stared at the tiny dent and scratched paint on his car.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry," he heard a woman's voice say from behind him. "It got away from me."

Simon was about to respond when glanced down at the woman and recognized a face that used to be the star of all of his adolescent fantasies.

"Patricia Helms?" he asked, knowing it was her. He could never forget her face.

"Yes?" She looked up at him and when recognition settled in, her whole face brightened up, causing his heart to skip a beat. "Simon Graham! Oh my God, what a small world." She reached up and hugged him. He couldn't believe she knew his name. He had been a sophomore in college the last time they had spoken. Simon breathed in her scent, not believing he was holding her in his arms.

They had decided to forget their plans for the rest of the afternoon and had a three hour coffee chat instead. She told him about her fifteen year old daughter, Ella and the struggles of being a single parent. How she had tried to make it work with Rodney, but it never panned out. He remembered thinking that Rodney was a fucking fool. Simon told her that he had decided to go into teaching and finally about his crush on her throughout college, to which she responded that he should have asked her out. Although he was mentally kicking himself, he admitted that he had wanted to, but she always seemed to be into Rodney, so he backed off.

When they got ready to say their goodbyes, he decided to do what he should have done all those years ago. He asked her out on a real date. She accepted and a year later he proposed. Four months after that they were married and his life had been perfect.

Until he cheated on her.

He was disgusted with himself. He knew that whatever this was he had with Gabriella had to end. Now. She would try to play her little games...oh, she would definitely try. But he would make her understand. Gabriella didn't believe in consequences, but he did and losing his wife was one he couldn't handle.

Simon turned off the light and walked into the bedroom. He found Patricia curled up underneath the covers, already fast asleep. He smiled as he heard her light snore. It's amazing the little annoying habits and idiosyncrasies loved ones could have that would have driven most crazy, but seemed to be endearing to the people that loved them. He stood by the door, staring at her sleeping figure. He had never meant to hurt her. And even though she didn't know, he still believed he was hurting her. Patricia was such a beautiful woman, inside and out. A true friend, great mother and amazing wife. No one would ever be better for him than she was. Idiot, he thought again before he walked over to his side of the bed and slid in beside her warm body. He pulled her in close, in his favorite spooning position. He breathed in her jasmine scent and closed his eyes...trying to block out the taste of cinnamon on his tongue.

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Gabriella

Ella stood quietly in the darkness for at least fifteen minutes after Simon slammed the door in her face. Alone in the darkness is exactly how she felt most of the time unless she was with Simon. He provided some light, but it only lasted for a few fleeting moments before darkness enveloped her again.

When she figured the coast was clear, she opened the door and quickly made her way to her bedroom. Inside, Ella yanked her pack of cigarettes from her purse. Her hands were still shaky from almost being caught as she lit it. She walked over to her window and opened it, sitting with one leg out and one in. She blew a cloud of white smoke into the darkness, the moonlight casting a strange light over it.

She leaned her head back and thought about Simon. At night, she always did. Except in her dreams, he was lying beside her as if they were married. He was so handsome and didn't even realize it. His dark brown hair and blue eyes made her feel like some love struck stupid teen. She would be twenty in a few months and needed to get a grip. She never thought she would have ever hooked up with someone much older than her, but his age of thirty-seven didn't change him. He could have been some guy around twenty-one who she could have met in college. He still had a playful nature about him. He played football with his friends occasionally and when he walked around without a shirt, she saw no difference in his body than any other twenty-something guy.

Ella turned back toward the window and sighed. What the hell was she doing with her life? She had contemplated leaving the small little southern town, but wasn't sure where the hell she would go. And school was definitely a drag for her. High school had felt like a waste of her time and even now, she would have never gone to college, but she wasn't sure what else she wanted to do. So in the mean time, Simon told her mother that if she wanted to live under his roof, she'd either go to school or get a full-time job. So she chose school.

She still laughed when she saw his expression on his face the day she walked into his class. She enrolled at the last minute just to fuck with him. And she did cause him to stumble those first days of class, but since then, he had just ignored her. In private, she had joked with him about getting an automatic A now that they were fucking. But Simon never thought jokes like that were funny. He would just stare at her, making her feel stupid.

Ella stubbed out her cigarette and closed the window. She plopped down on her bed and slipped beneath the covers. She wondered when it would be her turn to feel special.

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Simon

"Good morning, love," Simon said to his wife when she walked into the kitchen.

"Mornin'," she muttered, stumbling over to kiss him, her eyes still practically shut. Even on the eve or her fortieth birthday, she was more beautiful than ever. And not in the same way she had been when they were in school, but in a different way. The look of a woman who was happy. Truly happy because she was loved. And he did love her with all his heart, despite what direction his dick sometime took.

Simon wrapped one arm around her while another balanced a cup of coffee. He loved the feel of her against him, the way her hair smelled of jasmine and her skin was always warm and soft to the touch. He felt Patricia nip his neck and he slid his hand further down to her plump ass and squeezed.

"What do you want for your birthday?" he whispered.

"Just you." She nipped his neck again. He smiled and squeezed harder. But he felt himself tense as he heard Gabriella coming down the hallway singing.

"Spinning on that dizzy edge, kissed her face and kissed her head, dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow," she sang in the sweetest voice as she rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. She paused for a second in her song...a song he had played for her when she had admitted she had never heard of The Cure. He had been so shocked and made her listen to several of their songs, Just Like Heaven being her favorite.

She was still dressed in the same tight gown from last night and it was even shorter than he had remembered. In the past, he had chastised her again and again for walking around the house practically naked, especially when she refused to wear a bra underneath her shirts showcasing her full C's to anyone in view. He knew exactly what size she was, and not because she had told him, but because he had removed her bra several times. He had held the soft full globes in his hands, his mouth and even his dick had felt their warmth. But she wore shit like that on purpose and she especially loved it when he squirmed in front of her mother.