New Start: Austin And Simone 3 - Sex Stories

New Start: Austin And Simone 3

... bites, I replied, "If you didn't pass as the number one student, then the school should have shut their doors!"

Everyone laughed as Simone's mother blushed a bit.

We had a light dessert of a key lime pie after dinner. I thought I going to have taste-sensory overload.

After dinner, Simone's father took me into his study.

His walls were lined with several framed pictures, diplomas that included electrical engineering and a business degree, two patents, and a couple others with some presidential and military honors.

A large bookcase lined the wall behind a large oak desk, that had a few pictures of Simone and his wife. His computer monitor sat on a side table next to a swiveling leather chair.

Two leather chairs were in front of his desk, a leather couch lined one wall, while an oak cabinet stood on the opposite wall.

He offered me a drink from the cabinet, which I accepted. Not a bourbon guy, I winced at the first sip.

"Austin, you don't drink?" he asked.

"Just an occasional beer or two" I replied.

He smiled and we began to chat a bit.

He told me about some of his business, which dealt with industrial and petrol-chemical companies. He had a couple of patents, he said, "That paid off very well."

He explained once he began to make money off the first patent, he went back to college to get a business degree. He told me his first degree was in electrical engineering, which came by using his G.I. bill from his military duty.

I noticed that ...

... he didn't speak about his military duty and the honors. I knew not to ask if he didn't bring it up. I remembered that my former coworker, Marty didn't talk much about his military service, either.

Nor did he say what he graduated from to earn the Corvette.

Simone and her mother entered the study a bit later and sat on the sofa.

Simone asked, "Dad didn't scare you again, did he?"

We laughed when I said that his bourbon kicked like a mule.

Later, after the parents told us goodnight, Simone and I went outside to chat on their porch.

"I hope you're doing OK, Austin," Simone said as we sat on the porch swing.

"I am impressed," I understated because I was stunned.

I had been acquainted with Simone for over a year by this time. We were casual friends at the beginning, and we began to grow closer as the days and weeks passed. All the time I've known her, I never suspected her coming from this lifestyle.

She never hinted about it. Her apartment and car were average, and I figured she came from a middle-class family, with all that came with it.

Simone explained she wanted to make it on her own and keep her family under a low profile.

"Dad was always leery of the guys I dated. Mom was just as cautious. I guess the guys were intimidated."

"So, how did you, your-"

Simone cut me off.

"Austin, we didn't live here at that time. We lived closer to the city in an upscale neighborhood."

Simone paused, then continued, "Mom felt sorry for Michelle and ...