Future Perfect - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Future Perfect - Chapter Two

We walked through a dark living room, strewn with books and papers. There were laptops, calculators, and all sorts of other educational paraphernalia spread about. As we went through to the kitchen, I saw that Amanda was at the stove putting the kettle on while Bethany added wood to the fire. The girls must have run around to the back door. “Have a seat,” Kyle said quietly, gesturing to the kitchen table. “Thanks,” I said, sliding a chair out and sitting down. I was careful to make sure that my kilt covered everything it was supposed to. I heard scuffling noises coming from upstairs. I assumed the other two girls were up there. Biscuit was sitting at the back door looking outside and watching the chickens scratch around the back yard. Kelly was going through the cabinets, pulling things out, and eventually had the table full of raisins, cheese, nuts, and some apples from the cellar. “Help yourself,” she said. She put a pitcher of cold tea on the table. “The tea is raspberry leaves and violets.” We talked about what they had done to survive, how they had found the farm, and how things were getting easier. I told them about my place, and how I lived close to the old reservoir. "I keep part of the beach clear of grass and weeds," I said. "I swim almost every day with my dogs during the summer." While we were talking, I heard the two older girls coming downstairs. When they walked into the kitchen, I was stunned. These weren't the girls that I remembered, but lovely young ...

... women. I stood and Kelly said, “Celeste, Faith, this is Bruce Clevenger. He and I used to work together. You probably don’t remember him.” “Mr. Clevenger,” the older girl, Celeste, said as she shook my hand. I felt a fluttering in my heart as this beauty held my hand and my gaze. She was taller than her mother, slightly built, with lovely blue eyes and pale pink lips. “Um, well,” I said. “I think just ‘Bruce’ will do.” “Bruce then,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze before releasing it. I turned to Faith, who was shorter, darker, and curvier. She ignored my proffered hand, stepped forward and hugged me. I felt awkward. Two hugs in one day after a decade with no physical contact. I felt my manhood responding to the press of her full breasts into my hard chest. I reluctantly embraced her, gave her a couple of quick pats on her back, and pulled away from the girl. “I do remember you Bruce,” Faith said. “I was very shy then, but you were always so nice to me.” “Oh,” I said, sitting down quickly. The denim in my kilt did little to hide my arousal. “You were both good girls.” “They still are,” Kyle said with a smile. “Though not really ‘girls’ anymore. Celeste just turned twenty and Faith is almost seventeen.” “Almost eighteen,” Faith corrected her father gently. “Really?” he said. Then to me, “I can never keep track.” We sat around the table and talked. Occasionally one of the women would get up to stir a pot of soup on the stove. I listened to their ideas for contacting other ...