Literotic asexstories – Reconnecting Ch. 01 Pt. 01 by ckwickham,ckwickham (All characters depicted in my works are 18+)
Soleil groaned, her voice tinged with a mix of exasperation and amusement. She stepped from the truck and her feet crunched lightly against the loose gravel beneath her feet as she grabbed her bag from behind the seat.
“So many dad jokes,” she lamented, her eyes rolling playfully as she retrieved her bag from the back of the truck. “I see why mom hid me from you – it was definitely for my protection.”
Deveraux’s smile grew wider as he observed her, but he remained silent.
“What?” Soleil chuckled, curious as to why he seemed so entranced.
His eyes were twinkling merrily. He had already exited the cab and was leaning against the tailgate with his arms crossed. “Who knew? All of these years of practice…honing my craft. It was all for this moment.”
Despite the comedy of the moment, he said it as if it was some profound thing, and Soliel couldn’t help but laugh.
With a single, gentle push of her hand against his shoulder, she let him know that the awkwardness which had once separated them was gone. Eyes twinkling with amusement, she playfully admonished him as she walked past, “Oh, shut up!”
He made a show of producing an imaginary key to turn inside the mechanism of an equally fictional lock that was placed upon his lips. With a theatrical flourish, he gave it a twist and followed up with a wink, discarding it behind him.
“You’re such a goof.”
“Oh? Am I?” He asked, grasping the straps of his bulky backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. Still grinning, he lifted the tailgate of his truck and shut it with a clang.
As they both moved forward toward the cabin and he stepped in line with her, Soliel felt the teasing heat of his stare.
A strange, yet exciting sensation stirred within her chest and she unsuccessfully tried to make it make sense. She turned to meet her father’s gaze.
“Whaaaat?” she asked, this time dragging out the vowel, but remained unable to stifle her giggles.
“Oh, nothing.”
Soleil could only shake her head in mock annoyance.
As they crossed the distance between the truck and their weekend sanctum, Deveraux looked up to the sky. The thick, dark canopy of the forest was beginning to camouflage with a gathering of similarly dark storm clouds above them.
“I hope your boyfriend get here before this thing unleashes on us,” he said, pointing upward. “The wrath of nature is usually pretty swift and unpredictable around here.”
As they traversed the last few steps of the sagging front porch, Soleil considered the idea of being alone with her long-lost father in the secluded cabin for the weekend and didn’t find it distasteful at all. In fact, she felt herself rooting for it.
“I hope he makes it,” she lied, readjusting her backpack.
Just as soon as Deveraux’s hand wrapped around the worn, brass handle of the cabin’s front door, the muffled sound of heavy rain came down upon the canopy like a far-off, thunderous wave. With it, a sudden chill crept into the air.
Soleil’s eyes widened as she looked from the cabin to the pickup truck as it became pelted with the abrupt onslaught of rain.
“Whoa,” she whispered, then returned her gaze to her father. “Nice timing, Zeus.”
Deveraux chuckled softly, but there was an obvious appreciation in his eyes. “Can I just say that you’re hilarious and I love it?”
Despite the chill of the air between them, Soleil felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks and her heart gave a slight flutter.
“Yes,” she answered a little too quickly. “You may.”
The praise had been completely unexpected, and it rattled something inside of her. He could have scooped her up into his arms right at that moment, and she wouldn’t have protested.
He grinned at her.
“C’mon. Let’s get unpacked.”
Soleil nodded slowly, still slightly entranced by the moment and its odd intensity.
“And I think I need a hot shower,” she finally said, running her hands over her bare arms. Her t-shirt felt suddenly and distinctly not weather-appropriate with the change in temperature.
Deveraux laughed. “You’ll have to settle for a bath. The bathroom hasn’t been touched since the eighties, I think.”
“Ewww,” she scowled, and raised a clenched fist theatrically. “If it looks like a roadside bathroom, I fucking swear to god…”
“Well…” he said, letting his voice trail off.
At this point, they had both entered the cabin and Deveraux was closing the door behind them. Immediately, they were greeted by the unmistakable scent of aged wood and lingering dust.
Soleil crinkled her nose, forgetting her earlier gripe and refocused. She punctuated the moment with a dramatic cough that reverberated through the wooden walls.
“Ah, the sweet aroma of nostalgia,” she quipped, her voice dripping with wry humor as she took in the rustic interior. “It just keeps getting better and better.”
Deveraux laughed as he placed his weathered backpack on the floor. “Reminds me of the good old days,” he replied with a wink, their eyes locking in a playful exchange.
Soleil picked up an old, faded photograph from a dusty shelf. It showed a much younger Deveraux in a questionable ’80s fashion ensemble, complete with a mullet. “I see you were quite the fashion icon back in the day.”
He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Hey, the mullet was cool back in the day!”
She did some quick math. “In the late 90s? I think not,” she said, shaking her head and placing the photo back on the shelf. She looked up again and met his eyes but, strangely, her words were gone.
There was a moment of silence between them – the first real awkwardness since their initial meeting – and she broke it by clearing her throat.
“So…where’s my room at?”
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