Jordan Silver - Sweet Redemption

We’d been doing the dance since the first month after my divorce came through. I’d gotten into the habit of going to the diner for meals since there was no longer a wife at home to cook for me. The first few times I’d hardly paid her any mind, too fucking mad about my life and the fucked up turn it had taken, then I started noticing how quiet and unassuming she was, I also started hearing some of the shit some of the guys in there were saying about her and it made me pick my head up and look. I knew her reputation, and wanted nothing to do with her, no more tramps for Drake Kincaid thank you very much. But then one day I walked out back to grab a smoke, a nasty habit I’d picked up for some unknown reason and I’d heard weeping. Not wanting to get involved but somehow being drawn to the sound I’d followed the sniffles around the side to the dumpster and that’s where I’d found her. She was bent over crying, shoulders shaking, and something inside me had shifted at the sight.

“You okay?” my voice startled her so bad she’d almost fallen into the dumpster and when she turned those tear drenched blue orbs my way with nothing but the moonlight framing her with all that magnificent hair in a messy nest on top of her head I’d felt the kick.

“Yes sir.” She’d hurriedly brushed her cheeks dry.

“Those guys bothering you?”

She’d refused to answer but I was pretty sure that that’s what it was, something about the way she straightened her spine and squared her shoulders struck me. There was pride there, pride and a tinge of something else that I just couldn’t put my finger on but whatever it was something inside me changed that night when it came to the town reject.

I’d walked her back in and sat at the counter, which seemed to be her post; I hadn’t said two words to her all night but I knew she knew I was there.

After that every time I went in I made sure I was in her section, gradually the smiles had started and the little sideways looks when she thought I wasn’t looking. I’d kept up my new nasty habit of smoking and I noticed that more often than not whenever I was outside having a smoke she’d find some excuse to come out there and peep at me. The turning point though had been when one of the other waitresses, a busty chick named Wendy had started flirting with me outright in front of her. My girl hadn’t said a word she’d just turned red in the face with anger and clenched her fists before she withdrew into herself. That had pissed me the fuck off, after weeks of little conversations I’d come to learn that Cherry was a sweet, smart girl and though I knew of her reputation I hadn’t seen any evidence to support it. With me still being in my I hate anything female mode I hadn’t been looking too hard though. It had just been something to pass the time while I was there our little chats, but the way she stepped back when the other girl came on the scene made me feel off somehow, like as young as she was she’d given up on life or some shit, like she really didn’t think she deserved any better than her lot.

She lived with her mother in a rundown little house like I said on the wrong side of the tracks, I hadn’t seen her mom in years come to think of it but as for Cherry she was a well kept young lady though her clothes could do with an upgrade, they were clean and well ironed. She always looked neat, no make up that I could tell except for the gloss on her lips but she didn’t need any her eighteen almost nineteen year old skin was flawless and the truth was she was the prettiest girl in the town and maybe for miles around.

I’d learned from our talks such as they were that she was saving enough to go to the local community college because she wanted to be a nurse, she’d had good grades in school so she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t gotten a scholarship like some of the others who she claimed she knew for a fact she’d done better than all through school.

I didn’t see the loose bed hopping trollop that the town gossips would have you believe she was but what the fuck did I know look at what I’d married. Anyway after that day with the whole Wendy thing I’d started looking at things differently, I wasn’t looking for love and romance but being a healthy heterosexual male who was used to fucking at least three times a day my shit was starting to back up, I hadn’t seen a pussy in months and that shit just wasn’t normal.

One day out of the blue I’d just said fuck it, no more beating around the bush and laid it all on the table. It was an hour before her shift was over, I hadn’t bought this girl so much as a coffee but my dick was about to fall the fuck off from disuse and she was the only thing he’d shown any interest in for a long time so what the hell.

“I want to see you after work.” Her eyes had flown up to mine and she’d blushed pretty as fuck at me before hanging her head down.

“Hey babe a simple yes or no will suffice, if it’s no there’s no hard feelings we go on as if nothing happened if it’s yes there are some ground rules. What’s it going to be?”

She’d given me the softest yes I’d ever heard in my life but I’d heard it all the same.

“Fine meet me in my car when you’re done.”

I’d paid my tab and left her a tip and walked out, the same Wendy person was giving me the come hither look but I looked right through her needy ass and kept going. I wasn’t interested in being hunted felt too much like prey I wanted to be the hunter this time.

She’d slid into the passenger seat an hour later after I’d gone home and come back. It hadn’t even entered my mind to take her home with me so instead I’d driven to her place and parked out of the way so nosy fucks wouldn’t be all in my business. I didn’t want this shit getting back to my mother after all.

“I’m not looking for love and marriage been there done that so if that’s what you’re after we can end this right here and now.” She hadn’t said a thing just hung her head and bit her lip.

“If you even glance at another dick while you’re with me they’ll never find your body, can you deal with that?”

“Yes sir.”

“My name is Drake, another thing, I like to fuck this isn’t going to be a once a week thing, I’m a grown man with a healthy appetite try to keep up.”

I hadn’t given her a chance to answer just climbed out the car and walked around to get her.

Inside the place was clean if a little threadbare and I could tell she was embarrassed to have me there.

“Babe I’m not here to see your house you don’t need to be embarrassed.” By then my cock knowing he was about to sink into a pussy for the first time in forever was trying to bust out of my jeans. Now I’m usually a considerate lover but it had been so long I knew the first time was going to be hard and fast no build up, I’ll eat her little pussy for round two.

I sat on the couch, which had seen better days while she put her stuff away and I tracked her with my eyes.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No come here.” She walked over to me and I pulled her down onto my lap her back to my front. The little short dress uniform they made them wear rode up on her hips and I really saw her legs for the first time. With one hand around her middle I eased the other up to her chest dying to see if her breasts were as good as they looked. I ran my thumb over her already hard nipple through her clothes but that wasn’t enough for me.

“Open your top.” Her hands trembled as she released first one then two buttons; by the time she reached the third I had my hand on her bra pulling the cup down. My cock throbbed at the sight of the prettiest pink nipples I’d ever seen. Her tits looked like they’d never seen the sun, and they were so soft I wanted my mouth on her in the worst way, but not yet.