“I’m glad,” he replied, “I enjoyed myself immensely as well.”
“What happens now?” she asked him.
“If you want to continue, you text me and ask if I’m free. If I am, then we set aside some time to spend together.”
“As much as I want?”
Randy shrugged, “As long as I’m free,” and he noticed Halley’s lights in the driveway.
“You’re retired, when aren’t you free?”
“You might be surprised Gabbie.”
Halley came in then, leaving the front door open as she stood framed in the outdoor lights streaming through it. Little sister gave Randy a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out.
Randy couldn’t see it, but she was beaming at Halley as she left for the car, stopping only to whisper, “Thank you” to her sister.
Halley watched her go and turned silently to envelop Randy in her arms and kiss him deeply. Then, still without saying a word, she traced her fingernail down his cheek, leaving a trail of fire, then turned on a booted heel and swaggered out the door.
***
Monday
Randy was not surprised when he got a text on Monday morning, asking if he were free that afternoon. He told Gabbie what time to come, and she arrived at his door just before one in a white cotton sundress and flip-flops, a large beach bag in her hand. She had overdone the blue eye shadow and mascara, but somehow it worked.
“Halley dropped me off. She’s covering for me with mom and picking me up at five.”
Randy nodded. “Subtract an hour for recovery and clean up, that’s leaves three hours to fuck. Do we need to talk first, baby girl?” he asked her.
Gabbie smiled sheepishly at the nickname, “I do have one question.”
His head rotated slightly to the left, while his eyes locked on her, “Shoot.”
“Why do you fuck so hard?”
Without cracking a smile, he replied, “Because I want you to feel it, even after it’s over. Do you not like it?”
“Oh no, I do. I was just curious why you fuck me like a maniac,” and she smiled at him.
“That’s it, nothing else you wanna ask?”
“Nope. Not unless you need to tell me something. Otherwise, I’m good.”
“What would you like to do?”
“Go to your bedroom,” and the sheepish smile turned lurid. “You know, you succeeded. I can still tell that you fucked me.”
Randy extended his hand toward his office door, “Your sister recently told me something similar.”
“So, how do I compare to my older sister?” she asked coyly, standing her ground.
“Oh no, we’re not playing that little game,” he declared.
“Why not? I need to know how I stack up don’t I?” and Randy couldn’t decide if she were being serious or playful.