Cold Hands Ch. 03

///Cold Hands

By Scottish Texan

All characters engaging in sexual congress within this story are at least 18 years old or older at the time that it happens. This is an original work of fiction, Copyright 2023 ^© by Scottish Texan. All rights are reserved by the author. This work is not to be published or reproduced without his express consent. Any references to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental. Literotica.com is granted limited license to publish this work under their own rules and guidelines that are available for viewing on their website.

+++Preface+++

This is Chapter Two of a series. If you have not yet read Chapter One, then I strongly suggest that you click here —Cold Hands Ch. 01 in order to start at the beginning of this story. You will almost certainly find yourself lost and confused should you not take this advice.

This chapter ended up being longer than the first two because I hit a point midway through where I had a case of writer’s block. I knew exactly what the objective was that I was trying to reach, but I had no ideas on how to bring my characters to the certain emotions that I wanted each of them to feel as they entered the final scenes. It ended up that the solution was to bring back one of Steve’s (Skip’s) ex girlfriends into the mix. Not only did that add additional length, but it has taken the story off in a direction not original to the outline I had created. It is what it is, I guess.

I have placed this series in the ‘Group Sex’ category on Literotica.com because it contains elements of FFM Polyamory. The characters in this story are not from ‘way out in the country’ or backwoods folk. But neither are they from large metropolitan areas either. The setting is an East Texas city with a population of between 105k and 110k. Outdoor lifestyles including Hunting (gun use) and Fishing are a natural way of life for persons such as these. Everything else contained in the story is fairly straight forward, so I don’t know what else to place here as a trigger warning. Continue reading at your own risk.

…previously

“Good. Now, against what I had planned for tonight, I’m going to go spend the night with my sister. I REALLY wanted to sleep with you again and maybe make love one more time. But there will be other occasions that call upon us to do things on the spur of the moment that may not be what we originally wanted to do. So just in case matters resolve themselves before morning, you’re going to go sleep in my bed. That way I can still join you later on tonight if Haley and I get our shit together.. Okay?”

Hannah gave me a lovers kiss after I nodded my ascent, then she returned to Haley’s side once again closing the door. I had become somewhat familiar with their home so I easily found some plastic containers to put all of our leftovers from supper away. I hand washed my own pots and set them near the front door so that I would not forget them come morning. I double checked the locks on the door and then turned off all of the lights in the apartment before retiring to Hannah’s room. I stripped down to my skivvies, adding my laundry to Hannah’s hamper then climbed into her bed and slid between the sheets.

I was still somewhat troubled, but I had full confidence in my Hannah and unshakable faith that she could resolve this problem what ever it may be. She had no doubts that she would get to the root of the problem and fix it, so I gave her full jurisdiction to handle this. It was still a few minutes before I convinced myself to totally relax and get some rest. Tomorrow was nearly here already and with it would come a busy day at my job. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into a restless slumber.

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When I awoke the next morning, I was disorientated for a few moments by the unfamiliar surroundings. But it only took a split second for my brain to catch up and remember that I was sleeping in Hannah’s bed and not my own. That is to say that I recognized my surroundings once the initial momentary confusion wore off.

I slipped into Hannah’s bathroom and relieved my bladder. I rechecked the time and determined that I wasn’t running late for work, so I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I did not have any of my own soap or hair care products here yet, but I wasn’t really concerned over it. If I ended up smelling ‘girly’ for one day and anyone teased me about it, I could always retort that I had proof that I was getting laid because I smelled like the woman that I was dating. Top that one, bitches! lol

You can call me neurotic if you wish, but I have a set order for performing my shower ritual. It is actually born out of a necessity to try and make maximum impact in the minimum amount of time. One of those steps is shaving in the shower since I use safety razors, not the electric kind. I realize that several of the electric razor manufacturers have modified their products to make them safe to use in a shower, but it still isn’t my method.

So, shampooing my hair is first up on the agenda. This is followed by applying the conditioner but leaving it in for the moment. The woman who cuts my hair for me once commented that I could stand to use conditioner on my hair. When I replied that I did use conditioner, she asked me how long did I let it set before rinsing it out. Of course, not knowing any better, I was rinsing it out as soon as I had finished working it into my hair. She instructed me to leave it in for 4 or 5 minutes before rinsing it out and I would see a dramatic change in the results. Evidently she was correct because my itchy and flaky scalp cleared up in a week or two.

So while the conditioner sets in, I moved on to shaving my face. I have no explanations to give for the following other than I was stuck out⁽¹⁾ once and tried it in desperation. This is how I began my habit where I do not use shaving cream when shaving. I was still living at home with my parents when I happened to run out of shaving cream one fine morning. I was still only half awake and it didn’t occur to me that I could have probably used some from my father’s supply. But out of desperation, I grabbed my bar of Zest^® and used it instead. That is when I discovered to my surprise that I actually got a closer shave without any nicks, cuts, or bleeding. So from that day forward, I stopped wasting my money on shaving cream. I know that this tip doesn’t work well for everyone because a friend of mine tried it at my suggestion and really did a number on his face. But it works extremely well for me.

Next up is washing down my body. I am okay with using Body Wash if I have a Shower Puff to apply it with, which is usually the case. But in my own home I just use bar soap. I am particular about what brands I use because I don’t want to feel ‘oily’ or ‘filmy’ after I am done bathing. Once my body has been lathered up thoroughly, then I begin rinsing out the Hair Conditioner. Much of the extra water that runs off of my head catches the suds on my body killing two birds with one stone, as it were. A quick rinse of everything on my body that didn’t get rinsed as collateral damage from rinsing my hair and I am done.

So after doing a quick assessment of Hannah’s shower, I grabbed her Suave Brand ‘Lemongrass and Ginger’ Shampoo and put it to use. She had a matching bottle of conditioner and I used that as well. I didn’t have one of my triple blade razors, so I decided today would have to be a stubble face day. She did not use bar soap, evidently because there was body wash and a puff available. Again, it was Suave Brand but the fragrance was Ocean Breeze. After I scrubbed up really good, I rinsed out the conditioner and then rinsed off whatever soap remained on my body.

I borrowed her hair brush and dryer to style my hair before going back to the bedroom. In all of the upset and commotion from Haley’s breakdown last night, we had never attended to unpacking my clothes and stuff that I had brought over. I put the suitcase on the foot of the bed and set about pulling out the necessities for me to get through today. That was when my déjà vu kicked in and I remember dreaming about the suitcase with my clothes in it and my confusion during the dream about the unfamiliar location where I was at. I had been here before when I dreamed about it about 9 months ago. Before I took my shower, I had been planning on just leaving by going straight to the front door after I was dressed for work. But in my dream, I had gone into the kitchen and retrieved a small paper bag so I followed my instincts by repeating the moves in my dream.

The apartment was still quiet when I stepped out of Hannah’s bedroom. Turning into the kitchen I found that sure enough, there was a paper sack with a note under it. I grabbed both, snatched up my cookware, and headed out the door to my truck. In the note, Hannah explained that she had to leave early for school today so that she could ride the bus, but that she had taken a moment to throw together a small lunch for me. The bag contained two Ham-n-Cheese sandwiches, a bag of Cheetos, and a Navel Orange. The note was signed by her hand with Hugs and Kisses on it. It was implied that Haley was still asleep in her room. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside as I drove to work that day. I made sure to pass Hannah’s note around to all of the guys. It was great to have them envy me for a change!

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That evening when I returned to my own house I was still concerned about Haley and her breakdown. But I knew on some level that I would be brought into the loop whenever Hannah and Haley decided that the time was right for that. As it was, two more days past by without any word from either of the Fletcher sisters. I was beginning to be concerned when one evening I heard a key working the latch to my door. Rocket made a mad dash for the door and began mewing in expectation. He stood on his hind legs with his front paws braced against the door jamb as if he wanted to reach up and grab the knob to open it up for whoever was trying to get in.