What The Hell Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

What The Hell Ch. 01

... disliked when he traveled, I slept alone. Damn, I didn't like that.

My phone vibrated, I looked down and saw a text from Carl. He needed to stop by his parents' place in Somerville and wouldn't be home until late.

I replied that I understood and would see him later. I sent Alberto a text asking if he had dinner plans. He replied in kind that he would be home watching the playoff baseball but the Sox weren't playing. I was always welcome.

Lisa and I walked in silence out to the parking lot together. She hugged me pulling me close. She whispered in my ear that she was there for me, no matter what I needed. No matter what it was and no matter when I needed her, I was to call or text.

She reminded me that we had been through 'thick and thin' together as best friends growing up. She kissed my cheek.

Damn, why did that feel so comforting? I told her to go home and see her baby and to kiss her husband for me. Geoff was an amazing man, husband, and father. I was jealous of what Lisa and Geoff had. The perfect family, the perfect marriage but is that what I wanted?

It was just after 7:45; I pulled into the driveway and made my way inside. Al stood from his recliner and hugged me. He knew I was troubled, hell Alberto knew me since I was three years old; he knew almost everything about me, down to the last detail.

He asked if I wanted to talk, I declined, I told him I just wanted some company. I curled up on the couch closest to him, separated only by the end ...

... table. We watched the Yankees lose, that brightened our day.

There was lull in our conversation and a silence in the room.

"I am not sure I want to get married, Dad." I reached over and took his hand. "What would she want me to do?" He paused and looked at me. He blinked a few times then in his own special way, he looked at me and spoke softly.

"Your mother would want you to do whatever makes you happy." He smiled and squeezed my hand. "It's time for one of those honest talks isn't it?" He asked.

"Oh no," I said firmly, "Alberto de Jesus Fernandez, absolutely not! I am your stepdaughter, I am twenty seven and not the little girl you once scolded for being naughty." I snarled.

He paused and smiled. "Only you, my dear sweet Alexa, can answer that question."

Looking to the ceiling he exhaled softly then continued. "This home is yours, your mother and I want you to have it when I am gone. If you want it, John and Erin have their place in Hartford."

"I am not talking about that. You aren't going anywhere for a long time." I sort of spat back at him, he didn't deserve that.

"I am sorry Dad." I lowered my head in true shame.

"Alexa, my point is that plain and simple. You can and do whatever you want. If you do not want to marry Carl, or marry at all that is up to you. You have so much to give him or anyone else. Do not do this for me as you were doing for your mother. Don't think I will not love you anymore or any less than I already do."

He paused, and then ...