A Twist of Fate
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,617
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Doors
Well I\'m having a hard time with this. I can see it pretty clearly in my head, but getting it out onto paper is another matter. *smiles* So bare with me, especially since this one is just mostly for fun I can\'t really afford to spend too much time on it.
Thanks for all your reviews!
K
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Jack went back to chopping vegetables as Shimi fussed over her sauce and tried to ignore the raging hard-on that plagued him. Apparently with Sam’s appearance his dick didn’t care he’d just had fantastic sex with Shimi half an hour ago. He’d known her for ten years, ever since they’d met up at a martial arts festival where she’d completely kicked his ass in a sparring match.
Jack had taken it with his usual good natured charm. With five older sisters he was used to losing to “girls” and could take it all in stride. He’d run into her in the hotel bar later that evening and they’d spent long into the night trading stories and getting to know each other. Too shy to make a move then, he’d lost his opportunity when his job transferred him to New York and they’d fallen back on email and the occasional phone call to stay in touch.
He’d almost had another chance with her when Sam moved to New York to pursue her sculpting; but then Brian had come along and swept her off her feet. The fuck, Jack snarled to himself, laying into the carrots with more force than was necessary. He deserved to be castrated for making her cry.
“Well those carrots will never harm anyone again.” Sam’s husky voice, filled with dry humor, filtered into his rage and Jack stopped chopping to favor her with a sheepish smile. When he looked at her though, his heart dropped down through his toes and continued down all 98 floors to smash into the sidewalk.
Shimi had given Sam a pair of dark green Egyptian cotton pants and a button up shirt of the same color. Jack wasn’t certain where she’d found them as he wasn’t often inclined towards wearing things to sleep in, but he couldn’t keep track of most of the clothing in his closet anyway. Sam’s dark chocolate hair hung over one shoulder and she was carefully rolling up the cuffs of the shirt. She was still a little pale, and her eyes were red; but she was smiling for the moment and that was all that mattered to him.
“Sorry about this, uh, Shimi said you wouldn’t mind and Brian…well I don’t have any clean clothes.” Sam bit at her lip to keep the tears in and smiled apologetically. “I realize I’ve interrupted something here, I really can go get a hotel—“
“That’s enough.” Jack set the knife down and crossed to her. He brushed her hair out of her face. “You’ll stop apologizing and stay as long as you need to. Okay?” He smiled down at her. “Do you want a glass of wine?”
“Okay.” Sam returned the smile and then wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You really are the best friend I’ve ever had, Jack.”
Jack spotted Shimi’s amused smile as she brought over wine glasses and rolled his eyes at her. “Well now that the silliness is out of the way, we’ll take care of other matters.” She grinned as she handed the bottle of Merlot to Jack to open and extended her hand to Sam. “Laksimi Rossi, I’m an old friend of Jack’s.”
“Samantha Tad.” Sam smiled and took Shimi’s hand. “It’s a pleasure.”
“It’s a stage name.” Shimi winked a blue eye. “My parents named me something frightfully boring that I won’t share even under threat of death. This one suits me much better.” She shot a look at Jack. “And don’t you dare think about spilling the beans, mister.”
“What’s the price of my silence?” Jack countered with a wicked grin that had Sam smiling. “Take a seat, Sam. Dinner’s almost ready and we’ll head into the living room for some Kung Fu Hustle.”
“You got it?” Sam asked in amazement as she accepted the glass of wine from him and slid onto a stool. “How?”
“Connections.” He winked at her.
“Jack always has connections for everything. I swear it’s obscene.” Shimi commented from her spot by the stove.
“I didn’t hear you complaining when I got you front row tickets for the final showing of Cats.”
“Of course not,” she winked at Sam, “you owed me those.”
Sam leaned back against the counter as the pair engaged in some friendly banter and sipped at her wine. Despite Jack’s protests she got up to help put the garlic bread together and slid it into the oven to toast. Her wine glass had been refilled when she got back to her seat and Shimi tapped her glass to Sam’s. The crystal rang with a pure note as the woman whispered. “Doors close and open, Sam darling.”
Thanks for all your reviews!
K
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Jack went back to chopping vegetables as Shimi fussed over her sauce and tried to ignore the raging hard-on that plagued him. Apparently with Sam’s appearance his dick didn’t care he’d just had fantastic sex with Shimi half an hour ago. He’d known her for ten years, ever since they’d met up at a martial arts festival where she’d completely kicked his ass in a sparring match.
Jack had taken it with his usual good natured charm. With five older sisters he was used to losing to “girls” and could take it all in stride. He’d run into her in the hotel bar later that evening and they’d spent long into the night trading stories and getting to know each other. Too shy to make a move then, he’d lost his opportunity when his job transferred him to New York and they’d fallen back on email and the occasional phone call to stay in touch.
He’d almost had another chance with her when Sam moved to New York to pursue her sculpting; but then Brian had come along and swept her off her feet. The fuck, Jack snarled to himself, laying into the carrots with more force than was necessary. He deserved to be castrated for making her cry.
“Well those carrots will never harm anyone again.” Sam’s husky voice, filled with dry humor, filtered into his rage and Jack stopped chopping to favor her with a sheepish smile. When he looked at her though, his heart dropped down through his toes and continued down all 98 floors to smash into the sidewalk.
Shimi had given Sam a pair of dark green Egyptian cotton pants and a button up shirt of the same color. Jack wasn’t certain where she’d found them as he wasn’t often inclined towards wearing things to sleep in, but he couldn’t keep track of most of the clothing in his closet anyway. Sam’s dark chocolate hair hung over one shoulder and she was carefully rolling up the cuffs of the shirt. She was still a little pale, and her eyes were red; but she was smiling for the moment and that was all that mattered to him.
“Sorry about this, uh, Shimi said you wouldn’t mind and Brian…well I don’t have any clean clothes.” Sam bit at her lip to keep the tears in and smiled apologetically. “I realize I’ve interrupted something here, I really can go get a hotel—“
“That’s enough.” Jack set the knife down and crossed to her. He brushed her hair out of her face. “You’ll stop apologizing and stay as long as you need to. Okay?” He smiled down at her. “Do you want a glass of wine?”
“Okay.” Sam returned the smile and then wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You really are the best friend I’ve ever had, Jack.”
Jack spotted Shimi’s amused smile as she brought over wine glasses and rolled his eyes at her. “Well now that the silliness is out of the way, we’ll take care of other matters.” She grinned as she handed the bottle of Merlot to Jack to open and extended her hand to Sam. “Laksimi Rossi, I’m an old friend of Jack’s.”
“Samantha Tad.” Sam smiled and took Shimi’s hand. “It’s a pleasure.”
“It’s a stage name.” Shimi winked a blue eye. “My parents named me something frightfully boring that I won’t share even under threat of death. This one suits me much better.” She shot a look at Jack. “And don’t you dare think about spilling the beans, mister.”
“What’s the price of my silence?” Jack countered with a wicked grin that had Sam smiling. “Take a seat, Sam. Dinner’s almost ready and we’ll head into the living room for some Kung Fu Hustle.”
“You got it?” Sam asked in amazement as she accepted the glass of wine from him and slid onto a stool. “How?”
“Connections.” He winked at her.
“Jack always has connections for everything. I swear it’s obscene.” Shimi commented from her spot by the stove.
“I didn’t hear you complaining when I got you front row tickets for the final showing of Cats.”
“Of course not,” she winked at Sam, “you owed me those.”
Sam leaned back against the counter as the pair engaged in some friendly banter and sipped at her wine. Despite Jack’s protests she got up to help put the garlic bread together and slid it into the oven to toast. Her wine glass had been refilled when she got back to her seat and Shimi tapped her glass to Sam’s. The crystal rang with a pure note as the woman whispered. “Doors close and open, Sam darling.”